[h1][color=9e0b0f]Priscilla Aggreivo[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 8:12 PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]

Lounging to herself, Priscilla sat in her living room. Lavish with red and black furniture the room was dimly lit, a corner of the wall lined with bookshelves, another corner occupied by a dusty piano and an entire wall lined by tall thin windows. Her couch wrapped around a large dark oaken table, with coasters and two glasses partly filled with scotch. The spider woman had her legs crossed over another, a small black arachnid danced on her moving fingers in front of her face. [color=9e0b0f]"So you say..."[/color] She commented to the little creature, her sultry tone washing over the room in a hush. A knocking at the door drew her ebony eyes to the doorway. Around the corner the door apparently hid a new guest. [color=9e0b0f]"Busy today."[/color] She smiled at the mystery. Her small friend retreated down her arm and under her sleeve. Her usual black rustled she stood.

Opening the door just enough to show very little, she greeted the man behind it with a curious and cool smile. She looked him up and down, scanning him for what he was. A moth man, apparently. She wondered what a being of his nature could want with him. [color=9e0b0f]"How may I help you this fine evening?"[/color] She asked with a slight tilt of the head. She eyed the package in his hands. She hadn't ordered anything...