Sereph groaned as she realized at this point she was definitely busted. No more playing games, she reverted back to her true body.
"I'm smart, I change my name every couple of years. Change the songs, change the bandmates, change the look. I've been doing this since the days where women could only perform in houses of ill-repute." She flinched at the mention of the angels, personally she never dealt with them. She knew they were definitely a force to be reckoned with.
"Never ran into an angel myself, I'm a little smarter then most. I siphon a bit off each fan at my show. That way nobody feels the fatigue, no risk of death, no questions of the one night stand." She gestured to her wings, the tattoo, "these are selling points, those humans out there think it's just a gimmick."
She eyed the door carefully, "so since you know I'm on the grid, where do we go from here?"