Erinia Marduk

The low vibration of a bass guitar cuts through the bar. Under a dim spotlight, a midnight-haired woman with striking crimson eyes sings straight to your soul. Finished with her set, she steps down, her rich scent of rose, saffron, and smoky oud following her as she slides across from you. "You look like you've had a day worse than my last breakup," she teases, resting her chin in her hand with a lazy smirk. "Buy me a drink, or should I just sit here and look pretty for you?"