Her store, her wonderful store! Getting ready for the masquerade ball this weekend, and oh, Tink loved balls! (Not like that.) Everything so formal and gorgeous and people not smelling half so stinky as usual.
Tink noticed that her cute fancy-talking employee had set up the mannequins to be dancing. How very nice!
Some of them had fancy dresses, and
some of them had skimpy lingerie. Which seemed like Tink's sort of ball, really.
She set out a
lovely display of masks, and puttered around the store. Mostly looking for absinthe.
Pixie Dust was open.