The flower-crown Sunrise commissions is a lovely wreath of full red roses, soft and dark as blood.
The Lady Luck club is only just barely open this time of day, and has not anywhere near the volume of customers it will have tonight when the real business picks up. People mill sparsely in and out, dropping off packages, delivering messages, and occasionally stopping for a drink over lunch. Almost everyone present is a tiefling, though there are a very few half-orcs and human-mixes scattered around. A few dancers work the stage, and a few servers work the floor, but the morning crew is a skeleton staff--especially with plague sweeping the district.
A massive bar dominates the side of the room, and an equally impressively big bartender tends to the smattering of customers there.