She opens her eyes. " Okay. "

"Picture the glamour in your mind." The cat half slit its eyes again. "Imagine it is a cloak that covers you completely. You can shape the glamour to resemble anything you wish, including an empty space in the air, a spot where no one is standing. As you drape the glamour over yourself, you must believe that no one can see you. Just, so." The eyes vanished, along with the rest of the cat.

She focuses. Then she vanishes.

She pictured the glamour in her mind, then imagined a cloak that covered her completely.

"Good," he purred as they both turned invisible. "Now follow me." He made himself visible again and led the way into the bar.

She quietly followed him inside.

She follows.

Inside was chaos. Dry-ice smoke writhed along the floor, kind of like the mist that crept through the wyldwood. Colored lights turned the dance floor into an electric fantasyland of pink, blue, and gold. Music rattled their ears.

Dancers spun, twisted, and swayed on the stage, bouncing in time to the music, sweat and energy pouring off them as they danced. Some danced alone, some in pairs that could not keep their hands off each other, their energy turning to passion.

Among them, writhing and twisting in near frenzies, feeding off the outpouring of glamour, danced the fey.

There were faeries in leather pants and outfits that sparkled, slinked, and were half-torn, far different from the medieval finery of the Summer Court. A girl with birdlike talons and feathers for hair fluttered through the crowd, slashing young skin and licking the blood. A stick-thin boy with triple-jointed arms wrapped them around a dancing couple, long fingers entwined in their hair. Two fox-eared girls danced together, a mortal between them, their bodies pressed against his. The human's face was flung back in ecstasy, unaware of the hands running over his butt and between his legs.


Grimalkin trotted toward the back of the club, his tail looking like a fuzzy periscope navigating the ocean of mist.

Near the bar, a small door with the words Staff Only stood near the back of the club. The girls could see the shimmer of glamour around it, making the door difficult to look at; their gazes wanted to slide past.

She heads towards that door.

Lise kept her eyes on the door, weaving through the crowd of human and fey.