[color=ed145b]“Well, well... quite the pad...”[/color]

Jael Ambrose stepped through the front door, a black leather suitcase in each hand. At her side was her trusty companion Bucky, the fire breathing goat-lion. Jael was dressed rather simply. A billowy, oversized gray overcoat that came to a rest just above her ankles. A pair of aviators rested on her nose and ears, concealing her red eyes as they scanned the rather impressive entry area. 

She wasn’t [i]the[/i] first to arrive, as she had seen several others show up already. Still, it was good to be [i]among[/i] the first to arrive at this charming little retreat. She closed the door behind her with her foot and strode forward, Bucky closely at her side.

[color=ed145b]“What’s banging motherfuckers? Jael has arrived.”[/color] Jael announced loudly and proudly for all to hear.