The cafe was not quite the place Belial had in mind to take Despair for dinner but it was looking decent enough. The chairs were comfortable and that was a good sign the food would be of a good quality.

The demon was dressed more discreetly than prior, almost in a mocking clerical way with a black, turtle neck t-shirt made of velvet and a long skirt. Over hir red strands rest an Edwardian hat that added to the pious image. The color of hir hair and jester make up were stark contrast with the seriousness of the outfit - a mockery, a pretense of what could never be.

Sie asked a margarita and they served it with those pretty, little umbrellas one could play with, without paying attention to the drink. The flavor was weak, innocent. Sie bit hir own tongue to spice with hir blood and corrupt it.

“Not feeling talkative?” Belial asked, breaking the “ice” on the table, observing the Endless with hir blue eyes. There was something that made the woman physically uncomfortable. Sie studied the surroundings and noticed the bright lights. Ah, the Lady must prefer Darkness. With a perfect grin, Mad Hatter removed hir hand and took out a pair of dark shades from it. “For you,” sie offered them to the lady as if they were a bouquet of flowers.