As the night drags on, Ophelia wonders to herself if there was anywhere to get a drink around here. She doubted it, seeing as how this town was so deprived of anything fun or interesting. Although, the need for a brandy to go with her cigarette overwhelmed her hopelessness. She sighs, standing up and looking through her unpacked box for some to ingredients to where other than the single shirt she had on. 
    It takes a moment, but she finally finds a purple silk  skirt that was tight around her curves, and a light brown crop top. She leaves her hair down, putting on her moon pendant and grabbing her purse. 
    Ophelia steps out into the hall, moving swiftly down into the street. It was quiet. Annoyingly so. There are cameras everywhere, very few people out, only wearing white, grey or black. Damn, what was with this place? Why did everyone looks so blank? She avoids all of them, getting a few strange looks at her outfit and hair. ‘One drink, I just need one damn drink.’ She thinks, looking around