The atmosphere is different. The music is barely above a low hum but it has the people in a sort of trance. They way they're all talking to one another, how they're all smiling and moving to the music. They have all given into this wave of euphoria in the air. There are a few, just five or six individuals that are probably wondering what the hell is happening to these people. Probably wishing they could join or bail.
"Those who aren't affected have a strong mind," I stopped looking up at the bartender. "To think that I've been in this realm for centries, to finally meet potential greatness. My name is Asherah, your highness," she bowed her head low before looking back up at me. "This here is my establishment. Welcome to Wicked,"
"Thank you," I greeted her with an awkward bow
