(Ashiok is already dressed like he's going someplace fancy. That's just how he dresses for everything, fights included. He so loves being magic.) 

No one seems to have any particular negative thoughts about their attire, at least.

The Velvet Sea is hushed inside, the entrance separated from the eating areas - there seems to be separate breakfast and bar areas. A grand staircase rises from the foyer to further rooms, and there are plants from a multitude of worlds scattered artistically about. The lighting is soft, mostly from faintly glowing hanging globes.

Time to lean on the Charisma score a little. She has one of those, in theory! 

The winged demon drifts casually up to the bar, sits (bar stools are wing-friendly!) and smiles like she personally loves each and every one of the people within eyesight because obviously they are all very individually important and valuable and interesting, which is only a slight exaggeration, really. She calibrates her volume to the ambient hush and offers a soft "Good evening!" to the barkeep and/or anyone else who might happen to be looking at her. 

His CHA score is more than theoretical, but he's already bored, so he's gonna lurk in the foyer a moment or three, instead of following, and see if there's any people or groups of people who seem like they might benefit from some added fun in their lives. 

A good number of the people present were looking at her, she does stand out a bit, and one or two of the closest mutter 'good evening' back.

The bartender gives her a very customer service smile and says, "Good evening! Is there anything I can get you?"

(There's a group of three stuffy looking people, possibly traveling judges, talking softly in one corner of the foyer. They look like the word 'fun' isn't in their vocabulary.)

Well, the last time he talked to a judge it was to turn himself in for murder because he wanted to know what jail was like, which totally worked out great for him, so this is in no way a bad idea! 

Are any of them wearing anything interesting and maybe less than firmly attached? A traditional wig, perchance, or a cool hat?  

"Yes, please! I am a fan of dark berry wines, do you have any you particularly recommend?" 

That one has a cool hat, and another is wearing what's maybe a wig, yes.

"We have an elderberry wine that's of excellent quality, ma'am."

Hmmmmmmm. 

Casual saunter, friendly smile, snatch. "Gosh! What a lovely hat! Wherever did you get it?" 

The other guy's wig is now a very, very slightly different color. 

"Sounds delicious! I would love to try it." 

The de-hatted judge scowls at him, her hand flying to her suddenly hatless head. It's a very nice hat, soft and ornate.

"Give that back, young man," she says sternly.

The bartender pours Delmirev a glass of a dark purple wine. It's slightly sweet, with a tart and tangy aftertaste.

"But I am admiring it," he protests. "I'll give it back when I'm done, promise, I'm not a thief." 

Serra tries the wine, and compliments the wine, and does her best to look Open To Conversation. 

"Then you should ask." It is an admirable hat, though, with brightly colored silk flowers and a fake bird with a minor enchantment to flap its wings and look around.

"What brings you to this part of our fine city?" asks the bartender. "I can recommend some nice sights, if you're in the area for the view."