[A new young woman is sitting in a pink, frilly dress, with a short skirt that shows off her legs. Two pale horns jut out from her forehead, poking out through her bangs, with a faint reflective pink heart pattern across them, shining in the light as she turns her head. Her nametag reads Katriina Lepautia.
She fiddles with her phone a bit, but much more distracting is the sight of everyone around her. After some blatant staring into the crowd, she finally quips:]
I dunno, if these are the kind of people you have over here, you can take your sweet time sorting out that paperwork, as far as I'm concerned. This seems like a nice vacation ♥
hell
[Well, she said that earlier today, but she is slightly disappointed that her hotel seems to be more about violence than lust right now. She realizes partway through the crowd that her magical powers of suggestion aren't even working 1% of the level they should be at, which is, to put it lightly, a problem for her self-defense prospects. She thinks maybe she can sneak past the crowd to find her room—
Only to find herself stabbed by a random aggressor in the crowd.
She shrieks, expecting to be bleeding out, in a bad situation... but once the initial burst of pain is over, she feels fine. And she looks fine, too! As the blade pulls out, she doesn't have a scratch on her.
Oh, well, if it's like that, then maybe it's all right. She laughs, loudly and incredulously.]
Baaaabe, if you wanted to impale me, there are other ways we can go about this!!
Katriina Lepautia, OC, Hell Raised
[A new young woman is sitting in a pink, frilly dress, with a short skirt that shows off her legs. Two pale horns jut out from her forehead, poking out through her bangs, with a faint reflective pink heart pattern across them, shining in the light as she turns her head. Her nametag reads Katriina Lepautia.
She fiddles with her phone a bit, but much more distracting is the sight of everyone around her. After some blatant staring into the crowd, she finally quips:]
I dunno, if these are the kind of people you have over here, you can take your sweet time sorting out that paperwork, as far as I'm concerned. This seems like a nice vacation ♥
hell
[Well, she said that earlier today, but she is slightly disappointed that her hotel seems to be more about violence than lust right now. She realizes partway through the crowd that her magical powers of suggestion aren't even working 1% of the level they should be at, which is, to put it lightly, a problem for her self-defense prospects. She thinks maybe she can sneak past the crowd to find her room—
Only to find herself stabbed by a random aggressor in the crowd.
She shrieks, expecting to be bleeding out, in a bad situation... but once the initial burst of pain is over, she feels fine. And she looks fine, too! As the blade pulls out, she doesn't have a scratch on her.
Oh, well, if it's like that, then maybe it's all right. She laughs, loudly and incredulously.]
Baaaabe, if you wanted to impale me, there are other ways we can go about this!!