Wrath fucking White, a very intriguing person to be sure. He stood out amongst the crowd, mainly for how large he was. Standing well above the other strippers (and most of the clients), he was hard to miss. But with this stature, came costs. The clients that he has associated himself with have been more than questionable. The type of individuals who decide going to bed with a 6’7 demon are more than likely not right in the head. But what does this have to do with why Arta was informed to speak with him? Well, more than a few people Wrath has slept with engaged in quite illegal activities. And when we mean “quite illegal activities”, these are not petty thieves, they engage in far more lucrative businesses. For Wrath, this meant there was a lot of highly illegal information he knows about, which he rarely acts upon of course.
While it seems like the smartest idea to go and get these monsters arrested, that one action will likely trail down the grapevine and put Wrath in a lot more trouble than it's worth. He's learned his lesson, just look at the scars. Those were not natural, they were crafted by malicious men and women, desperately clinging on vengage and their own self-satisfaction. Loose lips sink ships, and looser lips gets your skin chopped up. So he keeps his lips sealed most of the time, hesitant to give out information when he knows there will be consequences for it. Maybe with Arta's tale, he’ll open up some.
A few minutes passed before Wrath stepped into the room, leaving her to put together her thoughts. Wrath walked into the room wearing a white button up and grey dress pants. They look hastily applied, the buttons weren't all inserted, showing that underneath Wrath is wearing a harness and choker. It seemed silly that a stripper was wearing at least some clothing, but who knew? Maybe stripping isn't all about being nude. He'd quickly sit across from Ante. “Apologies for taking a while, hopefully no one was bothering you.” (edited)
