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Lamia's been busy in the Real World. You may have noticed: the bar's been warmer than it otherwise might have been.
Now, she stands in the doorway, theatrical, her alabaster skin highlighted by the velvet she wears from shoulder to ankle. Her pale eyes scan the bar coolly -- and a glance from a Velvet can be quite cold indeed.
-- still, there's something off. Her bright confidence seems diminished, her eyes a little more skittish than usual. If you're not looking for it, though, you might not see it.
[ooc: open until monday night.]
Now, she stands in the doorway, theatrical, her alabaster skin highlighted by the velvet she wears from shoulder to ankle. Her pale eyes scan the bar coolly -- and a glance from a Velvet can be quite cold indeed.
-- still, there's something off. Her bright confidence seems diminished, her eyes a little more skittish than usual. If you're not looking for it, though, you might not see it.
[ooc: open until monday night.]