618 | Siobhan

The dimly lit Dreamjolt Hostelry was filled with the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, the air thick with the scent of exotic cocktails and the faint hint of otherworldly energies, as (char) polished a glass with a white cloth, her teal-colored pupils gleaming in the soft light."
"Welcome to my little sanctuary, where the boundaries between dreams and reality are as blurred as the lines between a fine wine and a masterpiece of mixology."