Sega and Sofya.

Sofya: Being new to town, the women would be shy to anyone that came near her. Making her way through the forest and pasted a boutique. She never saw the point in having that kind of thing. Fancy dresses were for rich people. Soon she'd turn up to an establishment she had never seen before. Let alone been in, or anything like it. She was interested in what was inside but was too nervous to step inside for now. Though she felt someone's presence there, even though she was a human; she felt someone's personal bubble. Auras. She was extremely emphatic. Having her headphones inside playing her favorite story in her small ears. Passing the entrance and leaned up against the wall with her ice eyes closed; only being a few few from the door. Soon sitting on the ground and brought her gray hood over her onyx strands. Tucking her i-pod in the only pocket in the hoodie. Softly yet strongly singing to the tone, "Deep in the sleep of exhaustion, the soldier did fall, and he dreamed. He found himself walking the land of Niflheim where things are indeed as grim as they seem. His courage held fast, he continued to the hall where the mistress of that realm did dwell. There sat Lady Hel, in her fearsome estate." ( https://youtu.be/a6g2bq95NsA ) Anyone would hear it, know that she held this story very dearly to her heart. It was soulful and full of emotions. She didn't really look much, but she did have a kind heart and a deep love for music.

Sega: Sega was the gentle giant, whom despite being of stature was incredibly warm upon first meet. Fancy suits were for rich people too, but this one kept them in stock for work attire, and today's ensemble was a minty ocean green with black tie. He spotted someone out front with headphones--stunning at first glance; and watched her through the windows for a moment before going to inspect. It was always fun meeting newcomers to the blackhouse district. Upon exiting the glass doors, he could tell the newcomer was singing, so he stood to a distance watching until she should notice him. It was best to be polite when approaching a person with headphones. He would appear like a security guard in most cases, and the front of the club was sheer enough glass to resemble an office building. One couldn't easily tell from the outside what sort of things happened within. The man caught some of the words she sang, but didn't come close enough yet. If she took notice, he would wave with a smile.

Sofya: Once she sensed a figure near, she took her headphones out and looked up only to gasp in surprise at the man in front of her. He was distanced from her but he did still startle her. Seeing him wave to her with a smile, she'd shyly wave back. Putting her headphones in her hoodie pocket and had turned off her i-pod. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass. I can go." She'd shift on her heels for a moment ready for her to walk somewhere up the road or go back to the forest again. It was one of many places she felt safe. Well safe enough. His aura didn't really seem mean or anything but he was much taller than him which intimidated her slightly. Part of her wanted to stay but there was another part of her that wanted to flee due to being scared. She'd hear the music within the building pumping from outside. Was this some type of club or something?

Sega: Sega had seen Sofya hanging out in front of the club and gone out to meet her. Soon she was excusing herself, but he had to clarify his meaning. "You're not tresspassing. This is a place where all can stay." The man had a booming voice, partly due to the distance between them. But he used his cheerfulness to attempt and reassure the stranger. A good club doesn't push people away. "This is called the blackhouse. It's a place where all walks of life can go and express themselves."

Sofya: Express themselves? Express themselves how? She thought to herself. His voice was reassuring and cheerful which made her smile a little hiddenly. Turning back around to look up to the older gentlemen and nodded to him. "I'm Sofya. Are you the owner here?" The human girl asked. There was something about him that just seemed comforting. She was unsure why but she wasn't exactly going to fight it. "What is your name?" She asked again. Holding her arms behind her back tightly since she was a little scared due to him being a new person. The fact that he mentioned it was a place all can stay, it made her curious to say the least. "What is this place about?"

Sega: "Good to meet you Sofya. Yes. I'm the owner. I'm Sega. Sega Pradesh." He admired her demeanor because she behaved a world of a lot older than she looked. When it came to what the place was about, he said "We find people's talent. Whether it be on stage, working the bar, or managing real estate. Some folks just have a face for selling houses. But I notice you like music a lot. Maybe this place has some friends you can make." And he felt immediately like an advocate of lucifer, but he smiled nonetheless.

Sofya: She canted her head to the right at his smile while he talked about the establishment. She felt there was a catch and a big one. "Why do I feel there is a but or a catch in that." Looking at the establishment again and looked back at him. "Let me guess you want to know my deepest desire?" Mocking a show she watched after sneaking into a house that was abandoned downstairs while others were upstairs. Luckily she didn't get caught or seen, she kept quiet even though it was rather funny to her. Crossing her arms over her chest and soon heard a song that tranced her even from outside. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him. "I enjoy music yes. Though I rather not sell my soul for it." That sudden urge came over her again of curiosity. Opening the door a little bit, the smell of alcohol filled her nose. Taking a step back and the door closed, she shook her head trying to get the smell out of her nose. "Holy Valhalla. I can smell the booze from just opening the door." She paused before looking towards her again. Before she could say anything her stomach began to angerly growl at her. Yipping softly, she held her stomach and looked away for a moment. Growling under her breath, Sofya sighed after.

Sega: He could understand her not liking the smell of alcohol. Though he had no idea the lobby had any difficulties with such odors. "Understood. Yes." He tried to give her as little of a hard time as possible. "Let us know any time you need help. The place is 24/7."

Sofya: Listening to him, she'd nod a little but sighed again. "I..." Pausing again, she'd look at him with a faint blush upon her cheeks. "I am a little hungry." He was being kind to her and something in her wanted to trust him but she knew it had bitten her in the ass before. It was a guarding technique.

Sega: