A night in Earworm, and an unusual number of Vileblood Sleepers have turned up, seeking company and consolation. For once, their presences seem more accepted, even welcomed by the Night Walkers who frequent the place. It likely looks odd to see so many Vileblood folk in one place, and to see them so animated. One Warmblood Sleeper might joke about Goth night at Earworm.

Aside from one handsome, blond Vileblood gent in black, who seems to follow the Vileblood archetype of lurking on the fringe of the scene, this time sitting at the end of the bar where he can watch the room, a stemless glass of especially dark red wine on the bar top before him. As one approaches him, one might grow aware of a plaintive, bluesy song that seems to hover about him.

He seems to take notice of one's reaction to the weird choice of music. "I suppose I should apologize for the especially dark music. It's a relatively old song in my world of origin.

"Believe me when I say I've tried changing the tape. But it seems our dear hostess, Lady Bop, has other ideas for the soundtrack we're sharing.

"Shall I buy you a drink for your troubles?" he offers, signaling to the barkeep.