The Silk Houses at night were one of Noe's favorite places in the city. Sure, there were dangers, but there was also life, and color, and fun. The district was the heartblood of the city, if you asked her, and it beat with its own rhythm after the sun went down.
On this particular evening, Noe wore a yellow dress that hugged her curves, accented by a thick black belt and black heels that, despite their height, did little to raise her short stature. She was out looking for a good time while simultaneously avoiding her brother's favorite haunts; there was no buzzkill like running into one's older brother at a party. Instead, she wandered from this bar to that, searching for a club that had good music and better booze - better than what one might find at Molly's, for example.
She'd had a couple drinks already, but she'd always been able to hold her liquor, and so she was only mildly tipsy when she accidentally ran into a cute girl with wild curls and dark skin. "My bad," she giggled. Perhaps she was more than a little tipsy. "Don't mind me. Just passing through!"
On this particular evening, Noe wore a yellow dress that hugged her curves, accented by a thick black belt and black heels that, despite their height, did little to raise her short stature. She was out looking for a good time while simultaneously avoiding her brother's favorite haunts; there was no buzzkill like running into one's older brother at a party. Instead, she wandered from this bar to that, searching for a club that had good music and better booze - better than what one might find at Molly's, for example.
She'd had a couple drinks already, but she'd always been able to hold her liquor, and so she was only mildly tipsy when she accidentally ran into a cute girl with wild curls and dark skin. "My bad," she giggled. Perhaps she was more than a little tipsy. "Don't mind me. Just passing through!"
Noe
