Intro / No Event
Awakening in a foreign environment with no recollection of what brought her there was only a secondary issue - the first on her list constituted of just who to inflict her retribution upon for this inconvenient little shtick.
Minatsuki scrambled from the over-embellished bed and padded to the door with an impatience in her gait, a metal chain swaying from the slim shackles bound to her wrists; it was no product of the Hotel but of whoever thought it clever to attach them to her at her previous establishment. The rest of her assemble constituted of a loose dress, opaque thigh-height legwarmers and small shoes each adorned with a flower head.
The short-haired girl's black scalp cautiously edged past the door frame and evaluated the long hall. Minatuski drew back, retreating into her suite with a puzzled contortion on her lips. A gut instinct strongly suggested she was no longer in the premises of her prison - maybe she was transported elsewhere, but it didn't matter, she was no longer subject to that place - and it felt good.
Minatsuki had folded her arms at her small chest, contemplating leaving, when a noise diverted her attention. She knew precisely what to do, or rather how to behave: gently, she enveloped her figure in her thin arms and eased her vision partially to the floor, her face a reflection of fear and helplessness.
'W-who's there...? P-please come out...'
ooc: All genders yada-yada. Females are more liable to get up to something due to Mina's history with men. Your character may be fooled by how she chooses to act but the mun should keep in mind: she's a psycho bitch who'll stab you in the solar plexus and finger-fuck the wound.
Minatsuki scrambled from the over-embellished bed and padded to the door with an impatience in her gait, a metal chain swaying from the slim shackles bound to her wrists; it was no product of the Hotel but of whoever thought it clever to attach them to her at her previous establishment. The rest of her assemble constituted of a loose dress, opaque thigh-height legwarmers and small shoes each adorned with a flower head.
The short-haired girl's black scalp cautiously edged past the door frame and evaluated the long hall. Minatuski drew back, retreating into her suite with a puzzled contortion on her lips. A gut instinct strongly suggested she was no longer in the premises of her prison - maybe she was transported elsewhere, but it didn't matter, she was no longer subject to that place - and it felt good.
Minatsuki had folded her arms at her small chest, contemplating leaving, when a noise diverted her attention. She knew precisely what to do, or rather how to behave: gently, she enveloped her figure in her thin arms and eased her vision partially to the floor, her face a reflection of fear and helplessness.
'W-who's there...? P-please come out...'
ooc: All genders yada-yada. Females are more liable to get up to something due to Mina's history with men. Your character may be fooled by how she chooses to act but the mun should keep in mind: she's a psycho bitch who'll stab you in the solar plexus and finger-fuck the wound.