[Liethell]

(They might be able to, and that's a good thought. I'll be sure to include what Vincent could feel from my character in the descriptions form now on. I hadn't thought of that.)

He turns into the room and finds that the light source comes from floating balls of light that seem to hang from the ceiling. Some are pinpricks, like stars, and some are the size of baseballs. They glow a pink and cast a warm, radiant light on the whole room. Despite how measly the room is--there's two folding metal chairs and a table with only three legs--the light makes it seem much nicer. Someone sits in the chair across from the table. Whoever they are, they have dark skin, the colour of chocolate mocha, and darker hair--and how long it is! It falls into the person's lap and curls around a few times, it's so long. Their eyes are a green, but cataracts that look like white clouds in front of his pupils cloud their vision. It's hard to tell what gender this person is. They wear a coat, like a doctor's coat, and a long, slinky dress underneath that sparkles the same colour pink the light does. Their hands look large and manly, and his face looks angular, but what kind of man has legs like that, and wears glittery eye-shadow? More importantly--what's that feeling in the room?

If he pays attention, he can feel something. It's a strange feeling, much like that of viewing the northern lights. Something powerful and likely a little bit old dances in the room, and though he can't see it, it's still very much there.

"I think it's more fear than anything. She was expecting some fraudulent hippie with candles and happiness and she found me instead." They speak, interrupting whatever thoughts Vincent might've had. "What's your name, and why have you chosen to deal with me tonight, hm?" They lean forward, folding their perfectly manicured hands on top of the table.