[h3][center][color=pink]The True God of Camp Jupiter[/color][/center][/h3]

Ariel allowed a moment to pass by as his eyes glossed over the little group in front of him. The Blake guy was cute, and Ariel was digging the undercut. Sadly he didn’t have that flare about him, especially with his clothing, but those ones were the most fun to mess with… and the most surprising. Ariel smirked briefly before he took in the girl with the red hair. It was cute. It was fierce! It was… rather basic in the style she had it in currently. She could use some tips. Finally, the small one with their hand up. They were adorable. They looked like a coconut. Ariel pointed a single finger at her, his nails painted purple to match his suit. [color=pink]“What’s your question, doll?”[/color] Ariel then fabulously spun on his heels and began walking, holding a hand up and snapping. [color=pink]”We’ll walk and talk, darlings.”[/color] Rule number one of being a bad bitch, after all, was independence. Ariel waited on no one, not even the praetor, so they’d be heading towards her. He placed his hands on his hips as he walked with a sway.