It's mid-afternoon at one of the many seedy establishments that can be found away from the higher glitz hotels and casinos that make up much of Efavan City. The lunch crowd has died down, and the runway (complete with poles) sits empty for now... waiting for Happy Hour. A few patrons sit at the bar, wasting away their afternoons, and Lucinda leans back agains the counter behind it. She looks older than when Sel left just over a year ago... more worn down, and right now she looks kind of bored or dejected, something like that. She's keeping an eye on the customers to see if they need anything, two of them are chatting with each other though, and the other one seems to be keeping his own counsel, filling the air with the distinctive perfume of a cigarra. The room is half-dark, with only a fe