Considering the life before her now and the choices that had been selected in the past, one of the worst lay before her now. When she had come to Demaitre this coven gave her what she so desprately wanted, at the time she took it without question having never thought about what it would become. Her fathers death had been her goal and having achieved it she felt her membership to this clan of demons was as deceased as he now was.

Gabriel had spoken of his thoughts on her being apart of this group, and she had reminded him she was better off in the background then confessing to her thoughts of leaving. Euthalia didn't seem like one to let her members go so willingly, though Rin knew this the longer she stayed the more she thought on it.

Noises leaked from the rooms around her, sounds of pleasure and pain. They fading into the music that haunted the crowd below, she watched them from her perch upstairs as they swayed to the rhythm, throughly entranced.

She leaned against the rail, her long auburn hair falling like a curtian over her shoulder hiding her blue eyes from a man to her left. It had been a long time since she wore a corset, the exposed cleavage and curvature did things to a man. Encouragement enough to burn every one that she owned. The rest of the ensemble was modest enough jeans and boots, her favorite.

(You already know what he looks like. Too tired to describe him all over again.)

Juan noticed a young vampire trying to avoid catching his eye. But it was too late, he had seen her. Considering that there were few vampires that had her skin tone, that tan color which made her look so human, he thought he knew exactly who it was.

Juan stopped what he was doing and began walking towards her. She seemed rather upset about something. Now he was determined to find out what it was and prevent her from doing anything stupid.

He tapped her on the shoulder, "Hey, you alright?"