Silently, Griever sat in the back corner of the room, trying to drink himself into his usual stupor. He had been to this brothel a few times before, as their spirits were good, and the prices cheap; the only downside was that being surrounded by perverts had a tendency to ruin his buzz. So there he sat, surrounded with spirits, but unable to drown away his sorrows. A few women attempted to approach him where he sat, but he quickly shot a piecing scowl at them, making it very clear that he had a sincere desire be left alone.
Griever looked around the room for a moment, and examined the sickness of his surroundings. It seemed that everyone here was having a good time. Drinking, partying, blissfully unaware of their own damnation; it was enough to drive any man to drink. But in the midst of this debauchery, there was one, a woman, who seemed to be as disgusted with this place as griever was, but more than likely for different reasons. She seemed to stick out like a saint in a place such as this, but whoever she was, it made no difference to him. She was just another soul, just another soul...
Griever slowly rose from his position, and turned to leave, but as he did, notes of soothing sounds began to waft into his ears. He turned his head slightly, and glared curiously at the pianist, before slowly moving back to his seat. She was not the best he had ever heard, not by a mile, but still, he felt compelled to stay and listen. He became so engrossed within her music, that he faintly noticed anything but the sweet melodious sounds that seemed to drift him into such a lax state of mind. He hadn't been this relaxed in quote some time, so naturally, Griever felt a twinge of disappointment when she went on her break.
He watched casually as she walked over to the lady he had seen before. It didn't seem that the two knew each other, but it appeared that they were carrying on a slight conversation.
Griever felt compelled to speak, lest he never hear her music again. As he rose from his seat, and made his way across the room, he made a conscious effort to gather his words quickly. He didn't want it to appear as though he was hitting on this woman, nor did he want to convey that his intention was anything other than that of a compliment, but before he could gather his thoughts, he came to the realization that he had almost reached where the two sat.
As he approached, he bowed his head slightly to both women before he spoke.
"...Your playing tonight..." Griever started as he spoke to the young woman. "....was exceptional..."
