If someone had told her that she would be linking arms with the goddess of death and desire, just shy of skipping gayly down the street on their way to a murder spree, Mirannda would have laughed and called them crazy. Dalanesca's giddiness was a bit unexpected, but the phoenix could not help but be affected by her, nor by her dark excitement for what was to come. She kept the small talk almost non-existant while they walked, her old habits of prefering the details clear and unnecessary information from clouding the task at hand. When they stopped in front of a building, the mercenary looked over the building. Clearly, it was lovingly tended to, keeping it looking nice, attracting finer clientel.

Mirannda returned her gaze to the goddess as she spoke. Weren't they going to cross those lines themselves? Stir the desire in men, only to slay them once they were completely in the women's hands? Dalanesca almost erased the distance between them, the phoenix found her heart beating with anticipation. But the words to follow churned darkly within her, eliciting a deep anger, loathing hatred, and a desire to bring them to an end brutally. The phoenix's eyes met the goddess's gaze unflinchingly with a piercing glare of her own. Her hand reached up and cupped the goddess's cheek with a dark grin of her own. "Then we'll just have to find a tub, now won't we?"

She turned from Dalanesca and began walking up toward the establishment, pausing long enough to talk over her shoulder. "There will never be a chance of a waiver in my actions, so long as there are slaves and other undeserving victims of terrible actions that stand to benefit from the end of cruel souls." As she returned to her approach, the sword on her hip disappeared, her pants were replaced by a skirt similar to Dalanesca's own. Her shirt remained almost untouched, merely shifting in style until it was a bit more provocative. In doing this, she revealed an amulet of warped reality resting at her cleavage.

A smirk ensconced the lips of the goddess as she watched Mirannda’s clothing change, even as her companion attributed the change to the amulet resting around her neck. ”Impressive,” she said, picking up her pace to match her stride. With a fluid motion, the pair reached the entrance to the establishment and Dalanesca pushed the door open, allowing Mirannda to step inside in front of her. She followed closely behind, the door closing softly behind the two of them.

Assuming that Mirannda would follow her lead, she made her way to the long counter that lined the far side of the room. Several well dressed women bustled around behind the bar, tending to the many gentlemen who had taken up residence at the counter. Many of the men had women - finely dressed, but still quite obviously prostitutes - there with them. Some whispered into their ears, others gave a gentle caress of the upper thigh. Those who did not have companions already, however, drew their attention to the pair of beautiful women who had just entered.

Dalanesca gave Mirannda a sideways glance. ”Let the games begin,” she whispered as they advanced towards that side of the room, her voice loud enough so that only Mirannda could hear her. It seemed that the Siren had taken over from the Reaper now, having honed in on their target. A pair of men, both with dark hair and dark eyes to match, were eyeing the pair up as though they were starving and the women were a meal fit for a king. Their attire pointed to the fact that they were rather well off - and of course, Dalanesca already knew that they were.

She had done her research, and between the two of them, the pair of men had murdered over seventy women in the last two years - honest women who had found a hard stretch in life and had to make a living by selling their bodies to men. Dalanesca just wouldn’t stand for that - needless death, though she loved death in itself, was still just that - needless.

She led Mirannda with her, walking up to the pair and placing her arm around Mirannda’s waist, pulling her close to her. ”Good evening, gentlemen… don’t suppose you’d care to show my friend and I a fine time this evening?” she said, her voice low and sultry. The men gave each other a glance, smirking slightly - they thought they were so clever, of course, but Dalanesca caught it right away. The one to the left patted his knee, to which Dalanesca dropped her arm from around Mirannda and perched herself upon the man’s lap, giving Mirannda a look with her eyes as though to encourage her to do the same to the other man.

”’Tis quite the pleasure to lay eyes upon a pair such as beautiful as the two of you,” said the man whom Dalanesca had not chosen to sit upon. ”My name is Daven, and this is my brother, Oscoll,” he said. ”It would do us a great honor if the two of you would bless us with your beauty for the remainder of the evening… and perhaps until the sun rises once more,” he added, a bit of darkness to his voice.

Dalanesca leaned her body into Oscoll’s a bit, looking to Mirannda. ”What do you think, are these two what we’re looking for?” she asked, and as she verbally spoke the question, she sent a wave of her influence to Mirannda - a wave that would indicate, yes, these men were senseless murderers, and yes, they were the men that the pair should slaughter.

Their task was gravely serious, but even the phoenix knew how off putting facial expressions can be. As they were entering the building, Mirannda’s face melted into that of a woman looking for a good time, playful, and seductive. Her hips swayed as he eyes hungrily surveyed the room. ”Mmhmm.” It was almost scary how dark each and every person could be, their sins hidden behind rich attire or painted faces. How many of them were murderers, rapists, or abusers? The ones who had tried anything terrible to her felt the wrath of flames in retaliation. Many, many women did not have that power for self defense, though.

Normally, Mirannda would not think of sins such as these. Present circumstances, however, tickled her mind with possibilities. She followed the goddess over to two men. Similar enough to each other to pass as familial relations, dressed richly enough to entice many different women to them. How many had they killed again? It didn't matter. They will be receiving their reward shortly. Dalanesca's embrace was matched with her own arm snaking around to the goddess's hip. Mirannda flashed them an enticing smile. As the left one patted his knee, the phoenix slipped from Dalanesca to approach the one on the right.

She sat on his lap, a hand deliberately running through his hair as the other rested on his shoulder. This was the opposite of what she typically did, but it was nice for a change. To approach the man instead of waiting for them to be bold enough to approach. There was a wash of power over her psyche. It was familiar and foreign all at once, and Mirannda fought hard not to let her surprise show, as well as not resist it as she recognized the power from the goddess. ”Don’t worry, my dear Daven. Your evening shall be… Well tended.” She bit her bottom lip for effect.

Oscoll spoke. ”We have drink ready in our room.” ”Come, Mirthadra Din’an, let us show these gentlemen the benefit of their choice.” Mirannda’s elvish is the only thing she could think to use to call Dalanesca by a title fitting of her position in Revaliir without revealing to the men who the goddess was. Her form of elvish was very rare in these parts, and Mirannda liked that. She leaned in and planted an intense kiss on Daven’s lips before sliding off his lap.

The “gentlemen” led them to their room. The phoenix did not care for how lavish it was, but she made a show of appreciation with an approving survey of the room. She then turned to Daven and all but pushed him against the wall, lips locked on to his, allowing his hands to roam for a moment. Let them fall into a sense of security, believe that they were going to get laid and enjoy their dark pleasures afterward.