a free bird soars, a caged bird sings
"Lirsi," she introduced herself easily, and listened to the choices. She wanted to get to know the madame better, and so she trailed after her, grabbing a broom and presenting herself with a grin.
"I've got some questions, but I supposed I can ask them while we work," she stated, confidently, with a grin. As she studied the roof, she undid her boots and left them by the ladder, before starting up, broom in hand. She was more than willing to believe in her ability to stay on a roof barefoot, than with shoes on.
"How will you run the brothel?" It was a broad question, one that she asked to see where Phoebe would take it, as she settled on the edge of the roof, seated for a moment so as to catch her breath.
Lirsi's got questions, Phoebe's got answers. She's gonna sweep the roof.
"I've got some questions, but I supposed I can ask them while we work," she stated, confidently, with a grin. As she studied the roof, she undid her boots and left them by the ladder, before starting up, broom in hand. She was more than willing to believe in her ability to stay on a roof barefoot, than with shoes on.
"How will you run the brothel?" It was a broad question, one that she asked to see where Phoebe would take it, as she settled on the edge of the roof, seated for a moment so as to catch her breath.
Lirsi's got questions, Phoebe's got answers. She's gonna sweep the roof.
shackled birds are trapped in illusions.
LIRSI
