Tavern

@[AM] Qian Jiaheng turned at the siren's voice, at first not thinking that she was addressing him but seeing as how all the other men in the place had a lady friend (pressumably) of this siren's, Jiaheng was the last of the men. The women all did look alluring, and he wouldn't deny: a woman was what he craved—Jiaheng didn't take much a liking to any particular one.
"Beautiful they do seem indeed, but none in particular seem spectacular," he murmured unamused; watching as the tavern keeper took his time, Jiaheng thought it couldn't hurt to take a sip of her drink.
And not a scrape of remorse entered his mind.
Setting the cup down, and rotating it mindlessly, Jiaheng looked up briefly before smirking, "None are spectacular, my fair lady, unless you too are offering your services. I've seen you around; an ambassador right? My twin is an ambassador. Lucky bastard he is, being able to work with such a goddess." Jiaheng let the words slip comfortably from between his lips, and leaned forward, challenging the siren.

@[PH] Jiaheng With a gentle shake of the head followed by an almost quiet scoff, she took a sip of the rather large drink before her and sighing, "Like that even exists here." The woman crossed her arms and angled her body in the direction of the other, opening to speak but trying to come up with a more unique way to greet him than to speak a simple hello. "You look like you could use a nice woman right about now," said Qian with a slight smile, "may I interest you in one of my lovely friends?" Her attention turned to the more lively areas of the tavern in search of the perfect girl she thought may suit his needs, but it didn't occur to her before that she had more girls in there than she thought. In the end, it was his choice anyhow, so whoever he wanted he could have.

@[AM] Qian Jiaheng needed a good drink—just one or two would suffice. He needed a break from the thoughts that ran through his mind and the haunting memories that bothered him incessantly. They led him here, to the city's high end, shady bar. Jiaheng walked into the dark area, making his way through the loud crowd of ratchet people: men pouring wine on women, and women, intoxicated, bending in desire towards the men. It didn't bother Jiaheng in the least: he just needed a drink before he too would have a fine lady with him (be it a hallucination or reality).
"The strongest wine you have," he muttered to the tavern keeper, and flicked a coin onto the solid wood counter.