[She tugs him along at first before she allows him to fall into step beside her, the two of them walking evenly away from the overlook.
But they won't have to go far, just like she said. It is about a block down the road, with a bit of a decline in the street to get there. It's hidden away in an alley, not exactly the sort of place he'd think she would be taking him, nor a place that would be "safe" on a leviathan like this. But given the area that they are in, it's perfectly fine, and as they approach the large double doors, he'll hear both the sound of laughter and conversation as well as a piano playing from the other side.]
I've heard really good things about this one.
[When the bearfolk opens the door for them, they're met with a dimly lit restaurant and bar decorated with dark mahoganys and red silks, with chandeliers hanging overhead to cast the entire place in a warm light. It's crowded, but not too crowded—enough that it makes for an obviously well-loved establishment. Up on the stage at the other end, there is a catfolk woman singing into the microphone, her voice like velvet alongside the piano.]
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[She tugs him along at first before she allows him to fall into step beside her, the two of them walking evenly away from the overlook.
But they won't have to go far, just like she said. It is about a block down the road, with a bit of a decline in the street to get there. It's hidden away in an alley, not exactly the sort of place he'd think she would be taking him, nor a place that would be "safe" on a leviathan like this. But given the area that they are in, it's perfectly fine, and as they approach the large double doors, he'll hear both the sound of laughter and conversation as well as a piano playing from the other side.]
I've heard really good things about this one.
[When the bearfolk opens the door for them, they're met with a dimly lit restaurant and bar decorated with dark mahoganys and red silks, with chandeliers hanging overhead to cast the entire place in a warm light. It's crowded, but not too crowded—enough that it makes for an obviously well-loved establishment. Up on the stage at the other end, there is a catfolk woman singing into the microphone, her voice like velvet alongside the piano.]