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Ironic, wasn't it? The entire idea behind a group of villains hiding inside of a prison was an interesting dramatic flourish. Still though, it was a pretty big risk. A random invitation to join some group of villains. Association? Guild? Union? Really, Quinn didn't get too many details about it. What she did get - the most important part - was their goal. The goal of this group aligned perfectly with her own. If they were to be trusted, then her dreams could be realized. Trusting villains, though? Perish the thought. And if it was a sting? Well, that would really be ironic.

Dressed in what she called a costume - reinforced undershirt, gore tex jacket with a fur collar, simple pants and boots, a wig, and her notorious demon mask - she entered the room. Really, it was easier on all sides if she showed up in her costume. After all, who would trust a bunch of people she would randomly meet? She was pretty noided, after all. Lived her life as low profile as possible. With her tail outstretched and swollen, she took a seat opposite of the woman in the gas mask. Quinn's tail stretched over her back, resting on her shoulder as she waited for the rest of the members to arrive. She could have made small talk with the hooded woman. Emphasis on [i]could[/i]. She seemed to be like-minded, after all. No normal person would have been here.