As the strange black-coated woman walked out, a new member walked into the bar. The two were similar, but the new one coming was wearing a black hooded cloak. She had gloves with small cross-cuts in the tips of the fingers, and long black leggings, sort-of open, but not fully. Not one part of her body was uncovered, except for maybe the light-pink tail that a rather observant person may have noticed...
She took a seat near Shizuma and everyone else, as to get a good hearing of anything going on within the bar.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.