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flora

Normally quite keen to be on display, as she had been earlier, now Flora just stands stock still, making no attempt to emphasize any of her assets. Her body needs little help given how form-fitting her sundress is, but still feeling jilted the Doubletake doesn't think she owes this impatient monster anything more than she's already offered.

Rolling her eyes a touch indulgently as she loops her arm through Danta's, Flora flirtatiously nudges her hip against his. She's still a touch cross, sure, but she is who she is regardless of her mood. "You don't really think I'd just give up my secrets that easily, do you?" She wonders, tutting under her breath.

Given the sloping set of Torchline now, it's regretably a bit of an uphill walk to the Hanged Man, such that there's a sheen of sweat glistening across Flora's brow. There's no much makeup to melt off of her skin, but the hair near her forehead has gone a touch wild with curls, and because she knows better, the Doubletake doesn't even bother trying to tame it.

On the door of the Hanged Man is a large sign that says CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS. It doesn't stop her because she can't read!, and after making a show of checking to see if anyone might be watching, Flora forces the door open. "Tadaaaaaa." She purrs, leading Danta into the twilit-interior of the bar.

The rumors are terrible and cruel
But honey, most of them are true

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!