This wasn't a very good idea. Every fiber of her being was telling her this was an absolutely terrible idea. But here she was in Vilpamolan, one of the few places in the world she swore she'd never set foot in again. She had a bit of a history with this place, all things she'd rather not revisit. This was where she first arrived in Revaliir, and it hadn't changed at all–a true den of scum and villainy. So why bother coming to a place she personally disliked slightly less than Egjora? The answer was surprisingly normal; she was here to do some research, collect information–specifically of a particular establishment known as The Second Circle. It was a brothel, but she wasn't interested in the establishment's services. She was here to deliver something and have a look inside at the aesthetic style while she was at it. 

Her disguise was on, her glasses fake, and by all appearances she was supposed to look the part of a mousy, black-haired merchant's secretary. She had invisibility on all the way until she was at The Second Circle's door, and she slapped her face with her hands then checked her reflection to make sure the illusion was on. With a hand-written packet of questions under her arm, she knocked. Hopefully things would go smoothly and she would have the right people give the packet of parchments to their Lady, who happened to be the new holder of Death's domain. Shiloh wanted to give her a proper thank you gift for holding the offensive lines along with Nemesis during the World Eater invasion. And this little visit should allow her to glean whatever she needed to make something suitable to Serafina's liking. If Shiloh was going to give a person something, she'd make sure it'd be something they would actually want or use.

Since the invasion of the world eaters had ended, Serafina felt a bit off. She had been able to expend so much of her anger on the front lines with Nemesis, fighting alongside him as they had so long ago. Now, she found herself annoyed with the slightest inconvenience, and presently was taking such annoyance out on a few patrons who had managed to land themselves on her bad side. An altercation of sorts had broken out between two men who had come in looking for a good time, and another had attempted to intervene in hopes of breaking up the fight that had started. Unfortunately for the man who had chosen to intervene, he had managed to knock a rather intricately crafted case from a shelf mounted on the wall near them when one of them had tossed him backward.

Serafina did not take the destruction of her property too well and had quickly dispatched with the man who had only been intervening by snapping his neck. He now lay in a heap on the floor, followed closely by the man who had been on the receiving end of the altercation. The man who had started it, unfortunately, was not allowed such a quick end. Just as Shiloh entered The Second Circle, cleverly disguised in a manner that not even Serafina would be able to uncover, Serafina swiftly stuck her hand into the offender’s chest cavity. When she wrenched her hand back out, his heart was clutched squarely in her hand, the man’s eyes wide with the shock of his own death. The goddess smirked and brought the bloodied organ to her lips, sinking her now protruding fangs into the tender muscle, slurping on the blood that gushed out.

After a moment, she dropped the heart to the floor and wiped at the trickle of blood seeping at the corner of her mouth. ”Clean that up,” she ordered one of the men tending the bar, who immediately moved to do as he was commanded. None of the staff seemed surprised in the slightest at what had just occurred, and neither did most of the patrons, for that matter. It was a well-known fact not to anger Serafina when patronizing The Second Circle. Doing such ended up… well, the men on the floor were a good representation of how that would end.

Serafina then went to take a seat at the bar, requesting a whiskey from another of the barmen, who handed her a cloth he had dampened in preparation for her to clean off the blood that coated her otherwise perfectly manicured hands. When the whiskey arrived, she turned around, leaning against the bar as she surveyed the surroundings. Everything seemed to be in its place, which pleased her. She took a sip of the amber liquid and took a seat upon the barstool, turning back towards the bar, feeling no need to keep watch for the current moment.

She was let in, keeping herself as courteous as possible. There were sounds of a scuffle inside, not unexpected seeing this was Vilpamolan of all places. And then things escalated quickly. At safe distance Shiloh was given the 'pleasure' of viewing a live heart extraction from a very unwilling subject–courtesy of the Infernal Queen herself. As the poor sap quickly succumbed to the loss of one of his vital organs, the lady of The Second Circle took her sweet time drinking from his removed heart. When she was done, she dropped the fleshy thing to the floor and ordered the staff to dispose of the mess and corpses. Judging from the staff's reaction, this wasn't the first time they had to clean this up. Lord have mercy… This was the first time she had felt instant regret under the span of a minute. By all means she should be backing herself up and politely excusing herself to return at a 'better' time, but who knew when that would be. The only reason why she wasn't making herself scarce out of instinct was because she had the chance to have the survey packet arrive to Serafina in person. Again, a decision that was treading on thin ice by the moment.

Wanting to get this delivery over with, Shiloh pretended she didn't just see a murder and waited until the bodies and blood were out of sight. There was no way she was going to approach the other goddess directly, not after that bloody horror show. Instead she got the attention of the next unoccupied staff member and asked if they could hand the parcel of papers to their employer themselves. Naturally she had to introduce herself and convince the person she was an absolutely harmless individual who was not making shady requests whatsoever. With her voice pitch altered and a rehearsed push of her fake glasses up the bridge of her nose, she took in a deep breath before speaking. 

"Greetings and salutations, my name is Winifred Maisley–secretariat of Mist'ah Nama Samaran of Teratai Imports. I'm here ta deliver a survey for ya owner ta fill out. It's not a lotta of pages, and there's no need ta fill out any personal inf'mation. We're just takin' a census of what high-end establishments such as yours would like when it comes ta furniture and decor. All of our products ah made-ta-order and we have free delivery for orders larger than two hundred pounds. Oh, look at me blabbing–so if yah boss returns the survey after fillin' it out, we'll send her a complimentary sample of our work based on her listed preferences. Think of it as a little thank ya gift for takin' time outta her busy schedule for us." 

Pushing the packet of papers into the hands of the staff member, she did an awkward curtsy before nearly stumbling into the wall, and then finding her way out through the front door. She didn't wait to hang around and see if the papers made it to Serafina, the Reynash's mimic potion wouldn't last forever. The last thing Shiloh wanted was to get pulled into questioning and have the effects wear off before she was let go. That nasally voice she had copied from an actual secretary of an imports warehouse in Adeluna had done its job and her throat felt unpleasantly sore. That accent was killing her vocal chords, but at least it wasn't a falsetto. The return address for the paperwork would redirect it to an enchanted mailbox out in the middle of Jayou's streets. It was one of many mail boxes which could be rented out for a small fee. The inked seal on the survey pages wasn't for any actual existing companies from that city, a meticulously-designed front to ensure that it wouldn't be traced back to Antikythera.

Part of the reason was so that the real gift when it arrived, came as a total surprise. Yes, Serafina would receive a small item she could either sell or keep on a shelf somewhere after the survey was returned, but Shiloh was intending to visit the Circles of Infernos once more to deliver and explain the functions of whatever creation spawned out of Serafina's listed choices.