[Between the lighting and the sunglasses, it's hard to tell Nem's exact expression. Her stance, however, is uncertain and on alert, her head angling around as if she's not exactly sure where to look--is the person grinding against a pole wearing little more than pasties and chaps over their corruption the one to focus on? Perhaps the lady chatting up what seems to be a group of older business types while slowly removing silk stockings from each tentacle? Or--
--Nemesis stumbles forward, jostled by a large lion dressed in a bow tie and little else carrying a tray of drinks a bit deeper into the club, and ends up a little closer to the bar. The bass is enough to rattle her teeth, and she tugs Req down so she doesn't have to yell so loud]
Re: Tuesday Night
[Between the lighting and the sunglasses, it's hard to tell Nem's exact expression. Her stance, however, is uncertain and on alert, her head angling around as if she's not exactly sure where to look--is the person grinding against a pole wearing little more than pasties and chaps over their corruption the one to focus on? Perhaps the lady chatting up what seems to be a group of older business types while slowly removing silk stockings from each tentacle? Or--
--Nemesis stumbles forward, jostled by a large lion dressed in a bow tie and little else carrying a tray of drinks a bit deeper into the club, and ends up a little closer to the bar. The bass is enough to rattle her teeth, and she tugs Req down so she doesn't have to yell so loud]
Um...what're you thinking?