Lady Deirdre Skye slowly descends the stairs to the bar, entering it for the first time. She wears a long, dark green dress that leaves her shoulders bare; coral strings ornate her neck, while her curly hair is partially held in a silk net.
The young woman takes a few steps in, gazing around her as she takes in the looks of the bar, then heads for the nearest empty seat.
Deirdre: So... this is the infamous Green Hell... *smiles* I think I like it.
//EDIT: I don't usually spend much time on the forum, so forgive me if I notice answers only after some time