Lilly stumbles downstairs, yawning, her arms overflowing with packages. She makes it to the bar and starts dropping them off.

( Delia, Goldy, Jack Harkness, and Puck )

Someone still has a sign. And a grin. And more potential whores to talk to. You're probably one of them, and if so?

Madam Lilly Wants YOU...

...to be a whore. Hey, odds are good that if you've wound up here, you're probably already a slut. Sure, try to deny it, but I was here on Halloween. I remember the leather. So why not make some money at it ( Read more... )

Here's a little blonde vampire you've not seen in a while ( Read more... )

(OOC: The hardest thing in this world... is to live in it.)

There had been a few moments of

(no fear)

bliss, absolute beauty

(no pain)

and rightness.

(no doubt)

A possible lifetime, or maybe a few short months. Weeks. Days.

And then -
The door opens. She's wearing a cream sweater and brown jeans. And an expression of exquisite anguish ( Read more... )