"I am Koya Ran, Madame Blackthorne. Pleased to meet you." She smiled at Dalia's reflection, bowing at the waist in her family's way of greeting.
Koya arched a brow at the young nude woman that ran by, but ignored it. She smiled casually to the girl as she returned. As she spoke to Dalia, she ran a hand up the back of her French twist, her head aching from the hair being pulled too tight. She slid the chop stick out and shook out the shoulder length mass of dark tresses.
"Yes, I figured you to be the one who came to visit. I recognized your scent. Lilly of the Valley?" Tucking the chop stick into a coat pocket, she slid the leather off. "As for the mishap that landed me here, yes, I did learn not to meddle with magicks I do not know how to control. But, it was necessary that I try. I was trying a dark spell to heal my father. I f*cked it up, obviously."
Koya moved to take a seat on a love seat near the windows, "May I sit?" A nod at Dalia's permission and she sat gracefully, crossing her slender legs with the soft whisper of leather. She went on, hand moving animatedly as she told her story. "I chose a transformation spell, a transfer of power spell, and spell that dealt with returning health to the dead or nearly so. I developed a ritual and wrote a spell that combined all three. I don't know what happened, but I ended up here." She glanced at the young girl that had returned and was now staring at her. She smiled weakly, but looked away. What was that all about? Clearing her throat, she shrugged it off as simple fascination, maybe the girl rarely saw anyone but her mistress. Oh well.
"I tend bar here, now. I perform on the weekends to supplement my check, I play piano. On Earth, I was recording a demo." Sadly, she looked at her long, slender, flexible fingers. When she was nervous or upset, she tended to play a tune on her thighs with her fingers, subconsciously playing something to soothe herself. She found she was doing this now. "I-er--I don't know what I will do if I can't get back." She said, finally.
Her dark gaze lifted from her dancing fingers, she forced them to calm, and she looked at Dalia. A tear threatened to spill down one pale cheek, she recrossed her legs and glanced at the young woman on the bed, then at Dalia again. "I suppose you know that I am a witch. I have other talents, Seeing, reading people, I half some talent communicating with the passed over. Would any of that be of any use to you here? I could part time it, or..." She left off, not quite sure what she was asking Dalia for exactly. She knew she couldn't spend the rest of her life working in a bar and singing for the few who came to see her play. She was barely making ends meet, but she let the sentance hang, the question go unasked.
