Isla
"How dare you." Isla laughs, balling up her scarf from around her shoulders and throwing it at him for good measure. "If I were your mother you'd be grounded for starting a brothel," she points out with a sly smile, moving to retrieve her projectile and helping to start move out the furniture as well. "The first floor is usually best," she she continues, stacking a few bar stools out of the way. "If people break their legs or have other accidents like that, they usually resent having to walk up stairs."
Running the place together and being Madame Midnight has Isla straightening up, however, and she raises her eyebrows at Sunjata incredulously, though the amusement on her face doesn't take away from the compliment (she thinks it's a compliment, anyway). "You just don't want to wear a cocktail dress," she drawls. "...But you're right, of course. It's been a long time since I had a clinic." And now it's in a brothel.
"It would make sense to live here, then," she agrees. "Fine. I'll be your madame, Sunjata."
Running the place together and being Madame Midnight has Isla straightening up, however, and she raises her eyebrows at Sunjata incredulously, though the amusement on her face doesn't take away from the compliment (she thinks it's a compliment, anyway). "You just don't want to wear a cocktail dress," she drawls. "...But you're right, of course. It's been a long time since I had a clinic." And now it's in a brothel.
"It would make sense to live here, then," she agrees. "Fine. I'll be your madame, Sunjata."
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
