Conversation flows, and the would-be gazelle's assumption that she's surrounded by lions cements as she sips her diminishing appletini, wondering if she could order another now or later. Does she want her wits about her, or shall she plunge into that pleasant tingeing haze...?
Her musings whether to order another or not is interrupted by the drifting conversation, her curiosity piqued at the stunning redhead's offer to be the women in the maroon dress's - Lite Sneeze's canvas.
When you're one of the Lost, you develop a sort of extra sense for when you're being stalked. Especially when you place yourself in a situation where you know you would be. A delightful feeling erupted within Mhairi at the sensation, entirely different to when she was running away from Them, but at that moment the sultry blond; Vanessa turned her attention away from Madison, to introduces herself, and, to turns her attention to the women placing her empty glass on the bartop.
"Starfire." she murmurs as Vanessa asks for her name, with her come hither eyes, and twist of her fingers. It's what she is after all, and maybe for tonight, she could use the DC superhero's moniker, and confidence.
Like dominos, actions and words follow one after another. She murmurs her moniker for the night, the Lady Crimson takes up Asa's offer, and meticulously feel's the lone male's body over his clothing before slipping an arm around him. Miss Sneeze's considers Vixen's offer, and considers ropes first. Then she speaks of welts. Bruises, were fine for Mhairi, but welts were not her thing. Madison, the other blond, whom Vanessa embraced when she arrived, talks about her stage act and Mhairi wondered if this would turn into a job interview. What she'd mentioned, seemed like something a fetish club would book for entertainment. Well at least on nights where there weren't a themed event like tonight.
The last domino falls as the charismatic man speaks, and it's like the whole room's attention is drawn to him.
Mhairi, through the fan of her lashes looks up at the Pride of lions. "As-ah-as...unusual as it might-ah seem, to-to come to-ah-an event like-ah this...I'm not-ah much of-ah leader..." she trails off, allowing those gathered to come to their own conclusions. She might not do casual, but maybe a night of indulgence was in order. "So...maybe...I might need to-ah-to ask." she finishes with an impish smirk.