Fingers strummed the final chord, and she sighed, having been at peace, until Dalia came into the room. Something about that woman, no matter how kind she acted, she seemed, well, evil. The hairs on the back of Chiana's neck stood up as soon as the woman knocked at the door.
A gnawing hunger was beginning, and she shifted uneasily. It was painful, unlike anything she'd felt before. She had been expecting it, however, and had chatted with a few vampires in the MarketPlace about this very thing. Lyric had hung around, looking a bit green at the whole prospect, but being to stubborn to not listen. Chiana smiled at the memory, the girl was growing on her.
"Yeah, well, we had fun. Thanks for everything, but I don't know how I am supposed to pay you back. Lyric said something about me working for you, but, I don't know. I think I should find out about my store, what happened to it." Laying aside her baby, the Ibanez, and tucking those long legs beneath her. She laid her hands loosely in her lap and watched the woman, wondering what she wanted, what she expected.
"Lyric tells me this was Zillah's workroom. I packed up everything and lugged it downstairs. It's all stacked at the back of the storeroom. What did he do? The equipment was really cool, and there were some gemstones laying about. I had Lyric pack them and place them...wherever you stash stuff. I don't know what she did with them." She shrugged, not about to let slip that Lyric showed her AND Koya where the money was kept in this house.
She plucked a non-existant piece of fuzz from her fashionably faded denim, all the while watching Dalia. She looked down briefly at the hand that still rested on her knee, then back to those shadowed teal eyes. "Lyric said she was your lover, Dalia. Are you here under friendly circumstances, or are you expecting something else from me? 'Cause I have to tell ya, Lyric may be fine with the whole "kept woman" bullsh!t, but I don't play that game. You can take all this sh!t back to the store, and I'll be outta here before you can say "put out or get out." All this said with a faint, wicked smile. Chiana was street wise and savvy, she could fight. She knew this Dalia probably could to, but she was relying on the fact that her already fast reflexes were inhanced by her vampirism.
She took a breath, muscles tensing ever so slowly, all but for the ones directly under Dalia's hand. Her body was ready, the ball was in this chick's court, now.