Shrouded in her usual attire- dark leathers and a dark cloak, Iyla Krue found herself before the sounds of ecstasy, and sin. Though the place appeared as one large, thriving serpent of drunken fools, she cared little for the consequences that may await her within. It was desire of another kind that drew her forward, the cravings so intense, her eyes began to look feral with their blood red sheen.
Dark boots stepped into the place, the squeak of the floor boards swallowed away by the sounds of women laughing, and men giving chase to skirts. To the women, they only gave the dark cloaked figure- presumably male, a once over, before going back to their own affairs. After all, it seemed just about every whore in the brothel was busy with someone- and if this new comer wanted any of the fun- he'd just have to wait.
Iyla was thankful only a few looks had gone her way, for the second she was inside the building, the pull towards the shadow seed began to send tickles through her veins and her heart was pumping louder now that it joined the garbled sounds of the party within her ears.
The shadow seed... it was so close she could almost taste it, but as her eyes darted about, she could still not figure out just where it was. And soon she was finding herself in the middle of the room where a series of couches were occupied by men and women alike- all having no patience to wait for a room. Their noises, though unnerving, did nothing to distract her as those eyes continued to dart around, trying to find the source of her cravings so that she could take what was hers.