Snowfall is quieter than she expects it to be, and it muffles everything around it such that Dahlia approaches the House of Midnight with her hands clasped over her ears periodically, checking for deafness. Thankfully, upon pushing open the doors to the establishment, sound returns in its full riotous panorama, and she turns to shut out the Deepfrost assassin with gusto.
Woefully underdressed for the season and even less so for Longnight, she is nonetheless in high spirits to drink in the lavish decor, the curves and ripples on display, the tang of liquor in the air. This - this is what she could sense out in the dark, she's certain of it. "I would like to speak with the master of the house," she informs the receptionist, meek and smiling, despite having killed her thrice over in her mind.
Woefully underdressed for the season and even less so for Longnight, she is nonetheless in high spirits to drink in the lavish decor, the curves and ripples on display, the tang of liquor in the air. This - this is what she could sense out in the dark, she's certain of it. "I would like to speak with the master of the house," she informs the receptionist, meek and smiling, despite having killed her thrice over in her mind.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
