[ yeah, there she is, looking as ever like a lost lamb. even with the current smile compared to her more concerned confusion when they'd met, there's an air of innocence that doesn't feel right here. he does feel bad for her for ending up in this shithole for the wealthy and twisted. hopefully it doesn't eat her up.
as for him, he's lounged back in a plush chair in his own room, that same appearance of a cigarette caught between his lips before he plucks it away to blow out the smoke. ]
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as for him, he's lounged back in a plush chair in his own room, that same appearance of a cigarette caught between his lips before he plucks it away to blow out the smoke. ]
Hey. Passed the first lesson.