xXLynnXx had been chilling out on one of the many couches, as per usual. The only thing she really did now days, even in a place filled with slaves and masters, and sexual actions. She just chilled, tokin on some weed. That is, unless a certain demoness came along she wanted to tease. Or, maybe she might meet someone new! Or nothing at all~ Never knew what could happen in a place like this.

Moltv stood behind the bar, organizing the glasses he brought from home to help add a bit of magic and chill to the drinks as well as a unique set of obsidian that was hand made and could be bragged about by the mistress of the Den. However, there was still the issue of whatever had stained the bar top and the ground around it. Sighing as he moved and started scrubbing with a slop bucket of soapy water, getting whatever those stains were up as best he could from the bar's surface. From there it was the task of buffing and polishing the counter, getting it back to the pristine gleam that would both accent the dark wood as well as resist water stains for the time being. Cork coasters to replace the rotted ones, organizing the drinkware as he went about his nightly duties as a bartender while the servers on the floor (npcs) flitted this way and that to take orders and such.

Nimue Duath with an exasperated sigh the demoness stomped her way up the stairs. Slender fingers clutching her either sides of her temples while she made her way into the main area of the den. Using magic was draining her more lately, an alarming notion but one she had come to expect. The dull, lackluster eyes shifted with an almost dead stare across the den. Taking note of all the familiar faces, lingering on a few familiar and unfamiliar faces. Eventually those fingers released the temples, the slight pressure that they had left seemed to quell the pounding from within her skull. "Ugh, I need a drink." Though on her way to the bar, and by proxy the cure to her ailments, the small demon happened upon one of her favorite people. The familiar dphamil brought a smile to her face. "Hey you~" The voice was soft, barely over a whisper but loud enough for the woman to hear. This chance meeting put a pause in her current quest for liquor.

Moltv looks over his shoulder towards Nimue, a wide beaming smile crossing his face as he leaned across the bar and kissed the demoness on her forehead. "Rough day Miss Nimue?" Smiling softly as he moved to place the cups down, the chilled air about him shifting to be warm and welcoming. Pausing as he eyes her with a slight gleam to his earth brown eyes, "Tell me, do you want sweet or hard? Or would you prefer a sleeper drink that is so sweet you can't taste the liquor in it?" It was an honest question as he moved and grabbed a bottle of rum, along with one of his custom made glasses and set it before her on a coaster. Pouring that rich golden liquid into the glass, when she picked it up she would find frost on the inside and outside chilling the liquor to perfect temperature.

xXLynnXx had been in her smokey daze, elbow propped on the arm of the couch, cheek resting on the palm of her hand as she'd idly stare into seemingly nothing. That is, when she heard the oh, so familiar voice, she lifted her head, tipping it to the side right in time to see the little demoness she so loved to tease! Though, by the woman's expression, she wasn't feeling all that well. She lifted herself from her seat on the couch. Lynn wore a see-through, blue tank top that lightly glittered, her black bra clearly could be seen beneath the material, along with her tanned skin, and multiple scars. She wore a pair of gray shorts, darker leggings beneath them, haphazardly lazed shoes on her feet. She walked towards the tired looking demoness, who hadn't even walked near close enough to the bar yet. "Hey there, sweetheart." She spoke in a soft tone, her arm gently wrapping around the little demonesses waist with a gentle gesture. "What's cookin? You look pretty down?" She spoke, before Moltv somehow appeared before them from the bar; despite the fact Nimue was still near the lounge area Lynn was located. "I want some hard Liquor, while your at it, Moltv. Pretty cool you can zip around the place so fast, yeah?" She said, her arm tightening a tad bit around Nimue's waist.

Moltv: I thougth Nimue was at the bar. My mistake.)

Moltv: Disregard my post.)

xXLynnXx: Lol, np. A lot of assuming usually happens.)

Moltv: No just having a rough day and my dyslexia is mixing words around.)

Moltv: So disregard my post a server however would bring Lynn a bottle of what she asked for. I am still at the bar, again my apologies.)

Moltv was not across the room and Nimue and Lynn would find a server brought them liquor. When Paresse found her way to the bar he was doing his bartender things, and organizing glasses before taking up that customary bartender lean while buffing a glass of non existent dust. Smiling broadly as she approached. "Evening miss, what can I get for you? My name is Moltv, feel free to throw something at me if you need a refill or a server(npc) to bring you something. Drinks are on the house but food and rooms cost gold. Gold is the international currency of all realms from my understanding, so call it bartender curiosity but what brings you to this divine place?"