When the Seneschal recommends a good hot spot in Sac's nightlife, it would seem rude for Hanna not to check it out. I mean, she was new and all, so getting her face about would be a good thing. Besides, this Haunt wasn't one to mope about just because she was a Haunt. Fuck. That.
Life gave you lemons, then step through the Underworld and fuck the lemons.
Which is why Hanna would always, always, go out of her way to flaunt what she had. The outfit? Animal print maybe out but she loved it and it was her unlife. She may not be blessed with height but the shoes accentuated her legs as she strode through the entrance of the bar and took in the grandeur of the Smoke & Glass. It was sensational! So lavish, so plush. If this was what Sacramento had to offer, Hanna had made the right choice in moving away from LA.
With the blush coursing through her skin, it couldn't hide every blemish she had but it did allow her to give the impression of blending with the kine. They meant nothing, just a meal. She was eager to meet with others of her own kind, and see how much fun they could get into.
Hanna's Outfit