She was glad at least not to be in too private of a setting. Despite her desire to try new and shocking things, she still had the inherent sense to act proper. A lady would not be alone with a man, not fully. Though it irritated her that she still thought by those standards. She was often alone, what did it matter if there was another person with her? Or if she took a lover? She never had one before, not even as a mortal. She wanted a taste of real freedom.

Settling into the booth, Selene gave a small shrug. "Business first, pleasure later." She said. "We unfortunately arrived at the start of the revolution, my sister and I. It was a pity to not experience everything Paris was known for. Instead, we had to contend with blood thirsty mobs, and not in the fun sense."

She took a sip of her vodka, giving a small shiver at its strong flavor. "There was little point in staying. Our neighbors were arrested in succession and then guillotined. It was time to move on." That of course not being the full story, but she wasn't about to share stories about her sister's failed wedding and the fight between their Sire and Selene.