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When the door swings open, a fresh breeze rolls in, bringing with it the scents of violet and rose, and then she is here.
Her hair is swept into a messy, elegant knot, her limbs are long and lithe, and her little black dress is rather chic. It may not be a special occasion per se, but why let that stand in the way of being fabulous?
Aphrodite slides into a seat at the Bar, easy and smooth, and crosses one leg over the other as she surveys the crowd.
"A Sea Breeze, sweetie," she says to Bar with a smile. "If you please."
[ooc: slowtime kidoodles?]
Her hair is swept into a messy, elegant knot, her limbs are long and lithe, and her little black dress is rather chic. It may not be a special occasion per se, but why let that stand in the way of being fabulous?
Aphrodite slides into a seat at the Bar, easy and smooth, and crosses one leg over the other as she surveys the crowd.
"A Sea Breeze, sweetie," she says to Bar with a smile. "If you please."
[ooc: slowtime kidoodles?]