Phoebe
She has a sunflower soul
with rock 'n' roll eyes
with rock 'n' roll eyes
"Keep your mouths shut unless you're paying someone to listen to you, cheapskates! It's obvious she doesn't work around here, now git!" a cross female voice cut through the crowd of young men. Since running a brothel, Phoebe had learned to be quite direct with such fellows - though the snarling pink dragon at her side surely gave additional weight to her words. With a huff, the Nightingale - who had been on her way home after tending to a few working girls at one of the brothels - changed her course to approach the young woman in the doorway.
"Come now, no reason to hide. Can't show any apprehension in front of fellows like that." she said with a warm smile, offering her a hand. Now that she was closer though, something about the young woman felt strangely familiar. The blonde tilted her head, trying to place the familiar features she saw with people she knew. "Do I know you?"
"Come now, no reason to hide. Can't show any apprehension in front of fellows like that." she said with a warm smile, offering her a hand. Now that she was closer though, something about the young woman felt strangely familiar. The blonde tilted her head, trying to place the familiar features she saw with people she knew. "Do I know you?"
Curious thoughts
And a heart of surprise
And a heart of surprise
