Drummond quickly found himself a seat at the table with the young warriors.  They regarded the man with some suspicion at first but began to change their tune once Drummond's companions broke off and redirected their attention to them. Striking while the iron was hot the smiling man loudly announced his intention to buy the next round which seemed to fully ingratiate him to the group. 

“Barkeep, start me a tab because I can promise this won’t be the last!” He called too Jazel. Megra, who had taken a seat at the bar, reluctantly nodded to give her permission. 

As the drinks were poured Drummond sized up the remaining maids and courtesans. There wasn’t much he liked. A short Satyr maid who introduced herself as Fawny had roused something in him but he had preference for the Human peoples. They were easy to assess for their beauty as well as some of the easiest for him to mark. Of course he hadn’t shown up hoping to collect another girl and if he’d had better self control his plan to rob the place might have worked out but Drummond was insatiable and it wasn’t long until he set his sights on the slender beautiful Ressa. 

The moment he saw her he decided she was his and he watched like a lecher as she and Miriana devoured each other at the bar. 

When Cas finished their performance and the pair were preparing to leave he commissioned  Fawny to deliver a message. With reluctance she relayed an invitation to have the young woman join him.

Ressa, though annoyed, would have preferred to ignore the request altogether. A now buzzed Miriana on the other hand, expressed a desire to use her fists to refuse on her lover's behalf.  Megra noticed the woman's agitation and Ressa  fearing reprimand for her lover should there be a complaint decided it best to politely decline herself. After calming down Miriana with a mix of sweet words and colorful descriptions of the lovemaking to come she strode across the room to speak to the strange man. 

 Flashing her best smile she leaned in to speak softly not wishing to embarrass the man when she gave her rejection. Drummond however wasn’t listening and as Ressa drew close he ran a palm gently over her exposed stomach. She tensed when she felt the touch. The man's  hand was warm and tacky and she could feel something like a film being left behind on her skin.  She  recoiled instinctively and began to protest but then a familiar and terrible sensation washed over her, warm, relaxing and terrifying. Her mind began to panic even as a smile spread across her lips. For a moment she remembered the time before. A time when she thought her life forfeit to the pipe and the needle. Then the world became muted and she fell away.