[BTW, Chenaank's profile (The picture of his favored mortal form, more specifically) has been updated, as the image previously linked there was deleted. Just letting ya know so you have a good idea of what he looks like]
The bar Alyssa sat on was part of the central lounge area (the area that the main entrance opened up to). Chenaank's gambling den (Aptly named Abaddon's Rest) was a rather large building. The lounge itself took up a massive central room, and this was the room where nobles drank, chatted, and purchased the services of whores. Essentially, it was an opulent brothel. The entire building was rectangular, (save for the circular lounge), and it stood three stories tall. The lounge made for a rather efficient hub, sitting between the gambling wing on the right, and the suites and penthouses on the left, where customers could rent rooms and make use of slaves, more whores, and even a few darker vices. Behind the building was a massive, one-story bathbouse, with plenty of private chambers surrounding a massive communal pool.
Despite the fact that the man who'd accosted Alyssa was a drunke, smelly pervert, his was a rather common mistake. The building was filled with whores, and when one was blind on drink, it was rather difficult to tell the difference between whores, fellow gamblers, or servants.
The fat man stammered and blubbered to himself as he got to his feet, outrage on his face. He looked to be about to tell her off, when a noise Alyssa would find familiar sounded off. It was the sound of a cane tapping against the marble floor, and just as the man opened his mouth, Chenaank appeared in the central room, stepping in through the doors that led to the bathhouse. His cane had a knob shaped head, cut out of a single piece of diamond and engraved with several demonic motifs and images.
"Is there a problem?" Chenaank asked, the fat man looking a bit too perturbed by Chenaank's presence (He was the owner, after all!) to speak immediately, so Alyssa had the chance to speak first.
