Rose lay in her cell, staring up at the ceiling. To her knowledge, both of her cellmates had already evacuated the room for breakfast, so she had the place to herself to prepare herself for the day. She used the light from her cellmate’s candelabra to glance at her appearance in the dirty mirror… passable, but she’d love to have some deep red lipstick. Although there wasn’t much she could do without cosmetics, she didn’t mean to rush the little bit of pampering time she had to herself. She splashed some cold water on her face, more for show, since her body didn’t produce any oils to make her face in need of a wash. Dipping her hand in the water once more, she brushed her long, raven hair and shook it for added body. Languidly, she sauntered down the hall and into the cafeteria, reminding herself to see if the Succubus might be able to procure some lipstick for her. It would likely take a little convincing, however, and she would probably need to find something the Succubus needed that she couldn’t manipulate out of others. Food for thought.
Going to the café was pointless, as she knew her food wouldn’t be ready yet. The Warden procured human blood, likely from donations for her fresh every few days. She could eat human food, but it didn’t digest in her stomach so if she ingested it, she would have to purge it later. Since everyone here knew what she was, there was little point in trying to conceal her true nature, so she didn’t bother touching any of the bland looking food.
Mostly, she went to the cafeteria to make everyone else uncomfortable. She [I] could [/I] go sit with the horse who was possibly easy to provoke, or the domesticated animal table (a dog and a cat sitting together, who would have thought?) however she chose the timid looking human and Selwyn. Now is as good of a time as any to get to know her cellmate, her true cellmate since the other pretty much lives in a tissue box and leaves us “surprises” to clean up. Hopefully one of the gnomes sits on her soon and we’re rid of her.
“Selwyn, are you playing with our food again?” Rose purred, looking to see the expression on the human’s face. It’s not that she really had anything against her, she smelled great, but she enjoyed watching people squirm. Rose took a seat next to the human, and began watching her, making a great show of licking her fangs. Maybe prison life will be better than she had originally thought.