EDREI
Edy swans in like she owns the place. Her fingertips touch nearly every surface not unlike a toddler might. Especially drawn to shiny surfaces (i.e., metal ones that likely have been recently sanitized, and now will need to be again), the Rapacious dances through the open spaces.
"Yoooohooooooo. Anyone home?" She calls out, pausing to dramatically cock an ear to the side as she listens. There's no one around to see it, but that's Edy all over. She's unapologetically herself even when there's no one watching.
Picking up a scalpel, Edy begins to stab at the air with her feet shuffling in a perfect line as if she were jousting. Her tight leather leggings and cropped shirt emphasize just how long her legs are and how strangely graceful her movements can be, even now when she's clearly just fucking about.
"Yoooohooooooo. Anyone home?" She calls out, pausing to dramatically cock an ear to the side as she listens. There's no one around to see it, but that's Edy all over. She's unapologetically herself even when there's no one watching.
Picking up a scalpel, Edy begins to stab at the air with her feet shuffling in a perfect line as if she were jousting. Her tight leather leggings and cropped shirt emphasize just how long her legs are and how strangely graceful her movements can be, even now when she's clearly just fucking about.
"Go fuck yourself."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
"Fuck me yourself, you coward."
