Gisellianna
As soon as I walked into the club, I knew this would not be easy. The club is packed to the gills, and I don’t see anyone I’d consider suspicious. I also don’t see the fighting ring that is supposed to be here.
Tossing my dark hair back, I search the crowd.
However, I’m not discouraged as I walk toward the bar and order a drink.
Several supernatural males approach and offer me drinks and other things, but I turn them down. I don’t like to mess around when I’m working.
I’m on my fourth drink when a large male bearing a scar across his cheek approaches me. The sulphuric scent of a dragon surrounds him, but it’s not unpleasant. His cheekbones are high, and his eyes are tilted, displaying his Asian heritage. He has pitch-black hair, dark eyes, golden skin, and exotic features
