[center][h2][color=fff79a]Sondra[/color][/h2][/center]

Sondra made her best attempt to mask any outward signs of just how taken aback she was by this oaf. The dark sunglasses helped, but they couldn't obscure her subtly clenching jaw. She found her gaze wandering away from the boisterous man in front of her. The blonde couldn't help but notice how many undead and otherwise unsavory figures just happened to gather at this particular event. Sondra closed her eyes, took a slow breath, and turned back to Grok with a coy smile. Perhaps all this could be worth it in the end.

[color=fff79a]"So you say you're an honorable man,"[/color] Sondra crooned. [color=fff79a]"That's a rare jewel to come by in this world. But talk is cheap, sweetie. What would you do to prove this 'honor?' What do you do to treat a lady on a first date?"[/color]

[@Sleeth]