From the dimly lit alleys surrounding Blackbury's most underground location, a lone figure steps from the shadows and approaches the entrance with confident strides. The bouncer steps forward readily, but quickly sinks back in disappointment when he catches sight of their new guest, as there was little confirmation needed to affirm her identity. She was hardly hiding the vapour gently rising from her body as she stepped through the frigid night air, surrounded in a comfortable embrace of warmth that radiated from every inch of her exposed skin. 

Even if it weren't for this magical protection, her attire was clearly suggestive of her true identity, a familiarly oversized black hat resting casually on her head of night-black hair so as to hide her eyes from the world. Her body and smile seem youthful, but her proportions and presence suggest otherwise, giving off a distinctively mature and mysterious feeling with every step. This wasn't uncommon at this particular establishment, but it set her apart enough that she wouldn't appear out of place. When she reaches the entrance, the bouncer steps forward again hopefully, carefully considering her appearance and speaking up accordingly.

"Hey wait up little lady, you don't look like no-" The impressively sized guard begins to speak, but is quickly shut down by a dismissive wave from the young witch.

"You know just as well as I that this appearance is an illusion, and that this isn't the first time I've been here. You needn't play with me so much every time I come, I may start thinking you harbour misplaced feelings for me." With this vague introduction, the yet unnamed woman stops hardly a foot away from the weighty bouncer and quietly glances at her surroundings in search of potential onlookers. Satisfied that there were no others standing nearby, she speaks again in a far quieter voice-

"How many magic users tonight? I've had more than enough on my mind these last few evenings, so I've hardly had opportunity to come down myself." The towering man grimaces slightly at the much smaller woman's request, but proceeds to list off a handful of brief descriptions. None in particular stand out to his apparent associate, but she accepts his cooperation gratefully anyways, politely bowing her head in appreciation before shedding her magic coat and continuing on into the depths of the underworld. 

She pays much attention to the little details of her supernatural journey into the depths of the club, carefully eyeing every passing mystery as if to unravel its secrets with a glance, walking with all of the haste of a passing tortoise. When she finally breaches the main floor of the club, she lets her eyes pass instead onto its many occupants, rapidly moving between the countless bustling supernaturals and darkly lit corners. Of course, her wandering vision was obscured by the protection of her curious head wear, but she was certain that at least one of the club's occupants noticed her passing gaze. 

Deciding it unwise to stand conspicuously in the centre of the doorway, she briskly skirts around the edge of the excitement and settles into one of the more advantageous views in the house. From there, she searches around for those matching the bouncer's descriptions, paying particular attention to not drawing the crowd's eyes. Within moments, she's tracked down all but one of the magic users in the club, and before she has a chance to consider each with equal value, one does something that catches her passing fancy. Resigning herself to curiosity, she approaches the older man from behind and peeks over his shoulder to see what sort of bounty he had taken, nodding imperceptibly at the contents of the sign-up. 

Apparently this man was called Frank, and judging by his smell he was probably not wearing any sort of illusion, so she could trust that what he looked like then was his true appearance. Not allowing herself to linger too long without acting, she casually raises her finger to the spot below this stranger's name and signs her own, carefully tracing out an intricate, but solitary, [b]"B"[/b] on the note. Finishing her careful handiwork, she angles her head towards the magic-user and gives him a sideways, almost mocking sort of smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."