all of the strangers are gone

Hiding her relief behind a smile to hear that he'll go with her, Isla takes a long drink from her glass - little good it'll do - and sets it down again, kicking her heel back against the bar stool. "Participate fully hm?" She raises her eyebrows at him. "As a customer or a worker? Part-time medic, part-time whore would probably cover someone's kink." Her tone is jovial but the scrunch of her nose suggests that's not a path she's keen to really walk down. You can take the girl out of nobility, and so on. "And what about you, hm? Are you planning to show the rest of the House of Midnight the ropes, given the whole Frey demigod business?" She grins. ISLA