in which velma explores [[ota]]

[rouge_myknees]

Well isn't this place quaint? Only appearances can be deceiving and Velma knows a thing or two about that. So far she's counted a whore house and a burlesque club that ain't servin' up choir girls. She wonders what else there is but keeps that place, The Sin, in the back of her mind. She could use a few extra bucks on the side, not that Draco wasn't paying her well enough. And not that this place didn't already have most of her costumes on hand in a trunk already. She hardly had to worry about buying anything for now. That was about the damnedest thing she'd ever heard of. Then again, she's not entirely convinced she didn't fall and hit her head on stage and now she's a vegetable dreaming this shit up.

Pulling her coat up over her shoulders and holding it closed, she gives the sky a warning glance to not open up and dump all over her while she's in between places. Gradually she figures on making it back to the hotel, but there's still a lot to see in this place. She might as well get used to it.

((ooc: have Velma pop into your place of business or run into her on the street!)