Nikolaos walked out onto the streets after the Opera dismissed. Her leather jacket hung open to reveal a glittering silver-white top. Her short skirt twirled with the gentle breeze and her silver stilettos surprisingly made no sound as she walked. her mind was still ont eh opera. God, it had been wonderful... nothing like Ireland. When she had left Ireland there were many things she wanted to see and do... watching operas was one of them and Nikolaos' investment in a fashion company had led her to a small amount of wealth. Of course, if she wasn't up to it she could just mesmerize the damn ticket man to get in...

Unfortunately, Nikki had a set of morals. She didn't always follow them... but they were there. Her red hair clung to her kjacket as she stopped near a bench. She leaned against the wall of a dark building beside her and slipped on a pair of sylisih sunglasses over her emerald eyes. The lamps were on... far too bright for her liking....

Seraphim exited the theatre slowly, after descending from the box slowly. The performance had been magnificent, almost like "Spectacular Spectacular" in the village of Montmarte in France.. She loved Operas and such, she always grew up cultured despite her poorness. Now she was rather decadent; having her abilities gave her a tremendous advantage on mortals. As it should. She smiled with her silvery hair down in her usual curls, her fluid and silent movements carrying her away from the theatre and to a bench where a young woman sat. Sera was wearing large dark sunglasses a bit too big for her face with a black, form-fitting satin dress and a crimson short jacket. Her spike heels made no sound as she moved, making her appear frighteningly as if she were floating.

Taking a seat next to the red-head she sighed and made an off-handed question; "I'm guessing we just saw the same Opera? Did you enjoy as I did?" Her smile was calming, but her deadly paleness and passive silence was enough to send a mortal over the edge. But she was pleasant and unsure about this girl in general.

Nikolaos felt the vampire's presence when she sat down. Nikki smiled, passively. She didn't want to give anything away and she kept her aura in check. She wasn't up for tricks... but discussing the Opera was a tempting activity.

"Yes... I believe we did" Nikolaos smiled. "I'm Nikki and the Opera was magnificent" she said with a softness to her voice. "Composition was perfect and the execution was superb" she smiled. Execution... funny how death always ended up on her lips... I supose that's what you get for being one of the undead.