Nyx never thought she would be walking down these narrow streets again, be able to see these posters advertising different luxurious and pampering spa experiences again. The last time she had been here? Well, she had been a feline who quickly made a reputation that would get her chased out of the town with pitchforks, and have any heroic mage who happened to be in the town coming down on her head. Mortals did not take too well to someone that murdered an entire wedding party, some first responders, left the park burning and then took a spa stop with the man she'd just done it with. Luckily, when she had done that massive slaughterfest she had still been a feline, thus anyone who still remembered was upset with a cream colored twin tail cat, not anything remotely humanoid. Due to the bipedal body granted to her by the god she worshipped, the whole world was opened up to her again, at least until she was greeted with battle once more, which was just fine because if she reached that point it meant she had earned this new body.
Golden optics cut around to see different features of the main street she was exploring, keeping her wings neatly tucked against her body in hopes of keeping them out of others ways. Even if she enjoyed bloodshed and any fight she could get into because it all worshipped him? Nyx as not here today for any fight, she was here because the claws she used to do her killing could use a major manipedi, and she saw nothing wrong with taking a spa day. "Which one?" there was no doubt she could mistakenly grow violent or just decide she wanted to challenge someone, she spent her life worshipping the god of war. Due to those factors? Nyx decided it would be best if she picked someplace she was certain had no security, nothing like camera, if she got lucky any murder she committed here would be attributed to her name, not her new appearance, allowing her at least one more trip here.
"This place will do." the storefront left no question not a single camera existed on the grounds, and it seemed as if there was some sort of springs in the establishment as well. "Hello ma'am" the man behind the counter seemed young and nervous at the sight of the busty dark mage, good thing he had no idea she was a serial killer or he may just faint. "Hello sir, I'd like something that at least includes manicure and pedicure, I would like to get my horns and wings treated as well, but one must exercise care with all four because they are my natural weapons and the smallest nick on them is enough to cause a good deal of damage." she wasn't here to kill someone, but it was probably going to work out that in the end, it didn't mean she had to be dishonorable and not let them know that it was very possible to get hurt just by touching her. The wonder of her gods gift to her? Never ceased to amaze Nyx, it was fantastic being so capable even without weapons.
Before long, the fire mage was led back into a room that seemed to have room for three more, settled into a chair and had her clawed feet soaking in a tub of bubbling water. Drifting in the room? Was a very pleasant smelling steam, enough to let the dark mage lean back in a relaxed manner, spreading her wings slightly though not enough to risk some poor other person walking into them. if her wings were going to decapitate or otherwise kill someone? It would be because she meant to kill them.