Andoniaina stepped into the inn, a rough animal skin piece of material draped over her shoulders, fur at her neck and wrists, a fitted somewhat dirty jacket donned with gold button at her chest that tapered into two trailing tails behind her. She wore a thin piece of fabric, almost like a skirt with two slits up either side of her legs, showing off the leather leggings beneath. But the thump of her animal leather boots caught the attention of most. Her dreadlocks seemed to cascade over her shoulders, long to her waist and embellished with gold beads and rings.
Seeing the group, she felt her breath catch. All so pale and white, aside the girl in the middle. Were they all enchanted by her? So easily allured? Aina began to grin, the black on her teeth showing from the tobacco and hemp she liked to chew. Without hesitating, she paced forward to the group, looking between the men and women, even looking over to Dice and Simon behind.
"Who...is the alpha here?" She asked, her accent strong and her vowels lulled and relaxed. She brought her finger up to Caleb's chin, looking at his bone structure as she leaned forward to analyse his face. She leaned even closer, her tobacco breath hot on his skin.
"Not you..." She determined before letting go and looking around again, her eyes starting to stare at Ivan. "You think it is you, don't you?" She spoke to the Russian, but soon began to grin her charcoal teeth at him, her fangs now very evident.
"With muscles and sharp jaw...tsk tsk, no. Not you." Her eyes drifted again, soon landing on Dice. She stepped forward, inhaling deeply as she pressed herself over the bar top. "You smell like Fleur Du Sang...even in the intimate places...would you like to smell like Ramanga instead?"