She stares at the cat, now even more confused.

She thanks the man, skipping in with a twitch of her wings.

Inside was chaos. Dry ice smoke writhed along the floor, kind of like the mist that was in the wyldwood. Colored lights turned the dance floor into an electric fantasyland of pink, blue, and gold. Music was so loud the vibrations from the base could be felt.
Dancers were dancing, some alone and others in pairs. Among them, writhing and twisting in near frenzies, feeding off the outpouring of glamour, danced the fey.
Grim trotted towards 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.

She follows the cat.

She follows, ignoring the looks from boys and girls alike scent her way.

Before any of them got too close, the bartender rose up from behind the counter and narrowed his eyes. "You don't wanna do that, loves," he warned. His dark hair was pulled back in a tail, and horns curled up from his brow. He moved to the edge of the bar, and the sound of hooves could be heard clopping over wood.
Grim leaped up onto a bar stool and put his front paws on the counter. A human on the stool next to him sipped his drink like nothing was happening. "We're looking for Shard," Grim said as the bartender shot him an irritated look.
"Shard is busy." He didn't meet Grim's eyes as he said it, and started to wipe down the bar.

She watches the exchange quietly.

"Lier." She mutters.

Grim continued to stare at him until the satyr looked up. His eyes slitted dangerously. "I said, she's busy. Now, why don't you beat it before I get the redcaps to stuff you into a bottle?"
"David, that's no way to treat customers," a cool voice breathed from behind them. "Especially if one is an old friend."
"Hello, Grimalkin," the woman said, sounding resigned. "It's been a while, hasn't it? What brings you to my humble club? And with the Summer whelp with you?" Her eyes, scintillating blue and green, looked Lin over.
"We need into Tir Na Nog," Grimalkin said without hesitation. "Tonight, if you can."
"So. Passage into Winter's territory. You want to use my trod, is that correct?"
"It is not your trod," Grim said.
"But it is under my dance club," Shard replied. "And the Winter Queen won't be pleased if I let the Summer whelp into her territory unannounced. Don't look at me like them, Grim. I'm not stupid. I know the daughter of the Erlking when I see her. What do I get out of this?"

She watches them talk.