Cissnei leans back along the bar, her elbows lining along the wood. Ochre eyes watched the people as they seemed to pour in for the event. She did not fit in here. All these people seemed comfortable and laughing as they searched for love. But what about her? Was the devil capable of love? The better question, she decided, was where did she fit into this world? Her participation in this event was her attempt to figure that out. Or perhaps it was simply to find someone interesting to learn about. After all, connections with people meant connections to resources.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and a slip was slid across the bar towards her. She looked down near her elbow, before turning on her stool and picking up the slip. It seemed a selection was made for her. She gave the bartender a slight smile and a nod for his hard work. The slip stated that she was assigned to table five. She assumed that who ever was chosen as her partner would be there.

She stood up and ran her smoother her hands down her suit to smooth it. Gingerly fingers came up to straighten her tie. Well, time to meet the lucky person. She squeezed through the crowd and found the small table, sparsely decorated with a rose and the number tag. It seemed like there would be nothing to do but keep each other company. The thought gave her a smile. Sometimes there was comfort in talking to strangers. One never knew what was going to happen.

She pulled her chair back and took her seat. She folded her hands in her lap as she waited.