Even if the preparations of her new haven had been draining most of her will to go out partying and enjoying herself Elle just can't help it but keep a silly drunken smile while holding a glass of whatever young adults drunk these days to fuck and forget - was that part of her hunting strategy? For sure not, she wouldn't dare hunting in the rack... but keeping a few handy contacts for later, that was a different story.
When the Daeva finished the stairs that led her to the court underground she was no longer the drunken available girl. Despite the way her innards churned and turned into a vigorous knot as her beast rioted Elle was now in control.
Her outfit was a re-edit of the previous one she used for court, a small black dress a leather jacket and some black heels. A few silver jewelry including her pierced nose, her rebellious white hair hanging just like if she had woke up - and she had just woke up - and a curious mix of attitude and playfulness in her.
She saw the Keeper Mable Wood , one of the kindred she had met before and a slender man Seth Kind engaging in conversation - both with weak beasts. The Carthian decided to approach and engage in conversation. As she did so she nodded to her clan elder Twist from a distance, just a way to let her know she was still around. Secretly she hoped to avoid notice of the Prince and her limb devouring hell hound - she was wary of them and they were cause for discomfort and fear.
"Keeper Wood, nice to see you tonight." She didn't pry much giving the conversation couple room to continue by themselves if they so desired. It seemed the night was already on and several kindred were attending to, other potential acquaintances.