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Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Lilith Costa

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_{"I'm the shawty with the apple bottom jeans."}

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Name:
Lilith Costa

Age:
24

Sex:
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual

Height:
5'10

Weight:
155

Zodiac Sign:
Aries

Special Talent:
Pole Dancing

Profession:

Pole Dancer/Stripper

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Likes:

• Dancing
• Working out
• Singing
• A good work
• Smoking/Drinking
• Cute girls
• Kenny, the security guard at the club

Dislikes:

• Silence
• Hospitals
• Cat callers
• Egotistical Men

Appearance:
Being just below 6 feet tall, Lilith is proud of her stature as well as her appearance. Lilith works out every two days each morning when she is not working or sleeping in. Pretty proud of her curves and toned muscles she is not afraid to flaunt what she's got. Lilith has often seen wearing reviling clothing that either range from "slutty but classy" to "leggings and yoga pants are everyday clothes, shut up," and there is no in-between. Make up wise, she often sports foundation and mascara with some lipstick when she is out running errands, but at work, she goes all out with crazy colors and glitters.

Lilith has a few scared tattoos over her body, her most meaningful is a quote that reads "Vivere Senza Rimpianti" and is located just above her right rib while the most noticeable is on her left hand. All of her left hand is tattoed over with the image of a skull's hand. Her back is also tattooed with a lotus flower at the base of her neck and more symmetrical symbols running down her spine.

Favorite Songs:
Too many.

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Personality:
Blunt | Guarded | Friendly | Headstrong | Athletic | Manipulative | Kind

Lilith is friendly to everyone who makes a good first impression. Even if you are a stranger to her, she won't hesitate to extend a hand to help someone who really needs it, because she has been there. While Lilith is easy-going around people, she is not afraid to say what is on her mind or say what she has to to get what she wants.


Bio:
Lilith lived a pretty comfortable life growing up in the suburbs of San Diego, California. She was raised by her single father alongside with her two younger siblings, Leon and Lyric. Her mother had died just when the youngest, Lyric, had been born. Lilith was only five at that time, so she didn't remember much of her mother. Only the songs she would sing in Italian when young Lilith couldn't sleep and the two cakes with sprinkles she baked for her fifth birthday party.

Lilith's father, Tony, had a well-paying job as a business owner. Even after her mother's death, Tony kept his head up for the sake of his children and continued to work as hard as ever. There were no real challenges for the Costa family. Lilith had even made it into her college of choice when she was a senior in high school.

The college life had been fun. Parties here and there but the studying was what kept Lilith busy most of the time. She was close to graduating with a Biology major when she met a boy named Angel. They dated for a few weeks, then months and then a whole year. Soon she has swept away from her classes and studying to a world of drinking and hard drugs. Lilith had fought off the temptation initially, but Angel just kept pressuring her to try and try until she had fallen in too deep.

Three months in, she was an addict and pregnant. She lost the baby. The thought of just bringing someone into a world where she was just a good for nothing addict made her feel a some sort of relief that she had lost the baby. Lilith never told Angel or her family of what happened. She just left. She only wrote a letter to her father, thanking him for everything he had done for her and asking for his forgiveness. There was no return address.

Now Lilith works at a high-end gentleman's club as a pole dancer/stripper during the nights and tends to spend her days at home or wondering Sol looking for anything to keep her busy.

Actor:
Samara Weaving

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Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

I'll try to have a post by tomorrow!

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

Second character!

Lilith Costa

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_{"I'm the shawty with the apple bottom jeans."}

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Name:
Lilith Costa

Age:
24

Sex:
Female

Sexuality
Bisexual

Height:
5'10

Weight:
155

Zodiac Sign:
Aries

Special Talent:
Pole Dancing

Profession:

Pole Dancer/Stripper

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Likes:

• Dancing
• Working out
• Singing
• A good work
• Smoking/Drinking
• Cute girls
• Kenny, the security guard at the club

Dislikes:

• Silence
• Hospitals
• Cat callers
• Egotistical Men

Appearance:
Being just below 6 feet tall, Lilith is proud of her stature as well as her appearance. Lilith works out every two days each morning when she is not working or sleeping in. Pretty proud of her curves and toned muscles she is not afraid to flaunt what she's got. Lilith has often seen wearing reviling clothing that either range from "slutty but classy" to "leggings and yoga pants are everyday clothes, shut up," and there is no in-between. Make up wise, she often sports foundation and mascara with some lipstick when she is out running errands, but at work, she goes all out with crazy colors and glitters.

Lilith has a few scared tattoos over her body, her most meaningful is a quote that reads "Vivere Senza Rimpianti" and is located just above her right rib while the most noticeable is on her left hand. All of her left hand is tattoed over with the image of a skull's hand. Her back is also tattooed with a lotus flower at the base of her neck and more symmetrical symbols running down her spine.

Favorite Songs:
Too many.

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Personality:
Blunt | Guarded | Friendly | Headstrong | Athletic | Manipulative | Kind

Lilith is friendly to everyone who makes a good first impression. Even if you are a stranger to her, she won't hesitate to extend a hand to help someone who really needs it, because she has been there. While Lilith is easy-going around people, she is not afraid to say what is on her mind or say what she has to to get what she wants.


Bio:
Lilith lived a pretty comfortable life growing up in the suburbs of San Diego, California. She was raised by her single father alongside with her two younger siblings, Leon and Lyric. Her mother had died just when the youngest, Lyric, had been born. Lilith was only five at that time, so she didn't remember much of her mother. Only the songs she would sing in Italian when young Lilith couldn't sleep and the two cakes with sprinkles she baked for her fifth birthday party.

Lilith's father, Tony, had a well-paying job as a business owner. Even after her mother's death, Tony kept his head up for the sake of his children and continued to work as hard as ever. There were no real challenges for the Costa family. Lilith had even made it into her college of choice when she was a senior in high school.

The college life had been fun. Parties here and there but the studying was what kept Lilith busy most of the time. She was close to graduating with a Biology major when she met a boy named Angel. They dated for a few weeks, then months and then a whole year. Soon she has swept away from her classes and studying to a world of drinking and hard drugs. Lilith had fought off the temptation initially, but Angel just kept pressuring her to try and try until she had fallen in too deep.

Three months in, she was an addict and pregnant. She lost the baby. The thought of just bringing someone into a world where she was just a good for nothing addict made her feel a some sort of relief that she had lost the baby. Lilith never told Angel or her family of what happened. She just left. She only wrote a letter to her father, thanking him for everything he had done for her and asking for his forgiveness. There was no return address.

Now Lilith works at a high-end gentleman's club as a pole dancer/stripper during the nights and tends to spend her days at home or wondering Sol looking for anything to keep her busy.

Actor:
Samara Weaving

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✣ Truly Damned ✣

_{Time - Midnight to early morning
Interactions - N/A}

Most nights were bearable enough for Olivia to get some sleep. Sometimes she needed to see Dr. Gaston to get her sleeping pills. The pills usually did the trick and knocked her out in a matter of minutes, if she was lucky — not tonight. The voices were louder than ever tonight. They whispered right next to her ear. They cried out and begged. Until a scream shook Olivia to her core. One scream, then another and another until everything around Oliva was nothing but this woman's screams.

Olivia didn't sleep that night. She pressed her pillows against her heads and begged for the woman to stop, but she wouldn't. She was in pain. Olivia could feel the pain, too, in her head. It felt like it was going to explode.

Then it went silent for a second.

Maybe Olivia died. It was all silence then she heard her name being called. It all felt like a dream now. Like she was floating around in a black lake with soft, the voices being muffled by the water in her ears. She couldn't figure out what they were saying to her, but she could hear them. All of them belonged to the woman who had been screaming just minutes before. She wasn't sure, but Olivia recognized that voice. It seemed oddly familiar to her. The raspy and corse voice that was so often spoken in a soft tone. No, it couldn't be the same voice. This voice was rougher and scarier, and it wouldn't shut up.

The woman didn't stop speaking to her in fast rapid words that Olivia couldn't understand. The words were all whispers and mashed together into a big word soup that Olivia couldn't swallow. They didn't stop until the sun began to rise, and the rays crept into her room from the window. Even when her alarm went off the words kept coming. The woman whispered her name and screamed for Olivia to pay attention. There was urgency and fear, but Olivia's mind was already fried.

Olivia, please... Help! ... please just listen... danger... Help! ... leave...

Olivia covered her ears, knowing well that the action wouldn't help her situation. The lack of sleep from that night was not helping the massive headache that she had, and the voices were just not leaving. Even after her morning meds, they just kept repeating the same things. There was little Olivia could make sense of, but she didn't even want to listen. All she wanted was silence.

Peace. Quiet.

When the PA's message finished, Olivia was sitting on a corner of the lounge with her head between her keens. Alice? She had been the nice lady who had tried to talk to her over group therapy. She usually complained about headaches, and Olivia sympathized with her over that. Something in her gut made her feel like Alice wasn't really gone, and Olivia didn't know what.

... Olivia!

"Shut up!" Olivia finally shouted and pressed her hands harder against her ears in hopes of quieting down the voices. No. Just one voice. One very familiar voice. "Just shut up! Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Please." With one hand, she began to hit one side of her head until one of the nurses finally took notice and rushed to Olivia's side and stop her from hurting herself anymore.

Dr. Gaston was called, and Olivia was taken to her office shortly after. Just a few minutes later, Dr. Gaston was seen escorting Olivia out of her office and back to the lounge area.

"Please come to me if it happens again," Dr. gaston whispered to Olivia, who simply nodded and stared at the black screen of one of the televisions. "Good, we don't want anything to happen to you okay?"

"... Thank you." Olivia pulled up her knees up to her chest and continued to stare straight forward. The voice was quiet now. Just mumbles. Like white noise. Olivia closed her eyes and let her chin rest on one of her knees. Maybe she could catch up on some sleep before her therapy session today.

Sol City Modern Slice of life - Chapter 3 - (all welcome new and old)

_{LOCATION & TIME : SWAN SONGS, MONDAY EVENING
INTERACTIONS : SIOBAN - @Almalthia
MENTIONS : PAIGE - @Pilatus}

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Alejandro had taken his time on the Metal section first. He had picked out a few vinyls from various death metal bands he had heard from in the past. Most were from the band Behemoth, a band he thought he would never enjoy as much as he did. Death metal had been something his younger sister had pushed on him for a few months, even dragged him into one of their concerts in Texas. After that, Alejandro was hooked on it, much to their mother's distaste. The type of music was something he held dear, something that he and his sister shared and tressured. He could probably send her some tickets as a present after his business was established here. He could even try to see if the band played her and ask her to come.

After a while, Alejandro had found himself wondering to the hip hop section to those out. While he wasn't too big on it, he did have favorites when it came to hip hop. He was rather picky about it and tended to stick to more older stuff since the newer stuff sounded like mumble trash. That is what it was, to him anyway. He had picked out a copy of The Slim Shady LP and Relapse to just listen to while at home, but other than he stayed close to the older hip hop albums.

He was deep in thought about the whole hip hop going to trash when he felt something soft bump into him. With a small grunt, Alejandro snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look at the person, ready to insult them and stopped just as he saw her face.

"It could have been worse," Alejandro said in a teasing tone, "You could have broken an ankle, and then you would have done more than run into me." He slipped the last vinyl under his arm. "But luckily I was here to keep you from falling-- or breaking something." He looked down as she patted his heavily tattooed arm. He was wearing black jeans with a burgundy button-up shirt. Semi casual, just like he usually dressed.

"I agree, sadly, this kind of music has been going downhill after the 2000s, in my opinion. It's hard to find any good stuff now. All I see is mumble rap." Alejandro wrinkled his nose just a bit at that and gave her a look over. "Though you don't see to be the type to be into much hip hop, then again I shouldn't be judging. After all, you are in this section of the store. The pop is on the other side of the aisle." There was a small teasing smile on the corner of his lips.

In the distance, he saw a woman walk in just before he got a message from John. He glanced quickly at his watch to check the message, then returned his attention to the woman in front of him. Cop. No, something higher up the bureaucratic ladder. Alejandro watched her from the corner of his eyes as she made her way across the store but kept the teasing smile.

"Are you here to preform? You got a nice outfit fit for the spotlight," Alejandro felt his phone vibrate in his pocket again, but he simply ignored it. Probably John again trying to tell him who the pig was that just walked in. He didn't really care right now as long as she stayed away and his two associates kept their distance. "Alejandro, by the way." He extended his hand towards her for a handshake. "Local flower shop owner, new to Sol, and you are?"

Alejandro just wanted a pleasant and quiet day off.

The Right of Dragons

Da-Xia of Vaz

Da-Xia was up before the sun. She had rathered her things from her tent and folded everything neatly before wrapping it up and mounting everything on Tian, her black horse. It was custom for her people to wake before the sun rose in order to greet the sun goddess, Surxia, and capture the first rays of the sun as one prays and meditates. Her aunt always told her that her mother would go up to the roof of their old home and sing to the goddess as the sun showered her in the light. While Da-Xia had tried to do something similar once her voice didn't hold up to expectation. Instead, she turned to something she was far more superior to, and that was the lyre. Once she had finished with her morning routine of getting everything packed, she took her lyre and sat a few yards away from Tian. The sun was just minutes from rising when she began to play a traditional song of her people, the Chaoxen.

Everything had to be perfect today. She had been training all of her life but had only managed to get a trainer for two. It was time. With her mother's sword and her veil, she would finally pass the Right and get her long-awaited Dark Dragon. To step in her mother's shoes was something that Da-Xia had been longing to do for so long. The warmth of the sun only made her more confident in herself.

After her song had ended, she put away her lyre and continued her morning routine. She fed Tian and herself something simple. No meats this time, something light but fulfilling so she wouldn't throw up in the middle of the Right. By the time breakfast was done, she could feel everything she had just eaten on her throat.

"It will be okay; I can do this." Da-Xia assured herself and bowed her head for a silent prayer.

By the time Da-Xia made it to the keep the place was already buzzing with energy. While the immense structure of the keep had given Da-Xia a moment of awe, the inside seemed a lot more impressive than the outside. People and dragon alike moved from direction to another with a clear goal in mind. A few hurried to carry boxes while others took their time to get to their destination. Da-Xia, on the other hand, wondered with Tian on her side as both looked and examined the place. Soon they were ushered towards the Village where even more people walked or ran around the place.

It was so loud. Too loud.

_{will post for Alister later}

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

RED - FOX - OF - DEATH

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_{"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE PEOPLE'S STUPIDITY. OR YOUR OWN."}

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» N A M E
Morgan Linville
» A G E
18
» B I R T H D A T E
November, 19
» G E N D E R
Male
» N A T I O N A L I T Y
Franch

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» A P P E R A N C E

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» H E I G H T
5'7

» W E I G H T
155lbs

» F A S H I O N S E N S E
Morgan prefers comfort over anything else. Which is why he tends to wear sports clothing as everyday clothing. He tends to wear form-fitting sweats or jeans with sneakers that compliment his tops. Oversized sweaters and jackets are something Morgan holds dear close to his heart. "Street fashion" would be the perfect way to describe Morgan sense of fashion. Although he does love to dress up for special occasions and isn't afraid to sport a dress when he feels like it. He's got killer legs anyway.

Morgan always carries some sort of bag, be it a bright-colored backpack or a cute fanny pack that seems to be bottomless and filled with all sorts of candies. Nothing but candies.

» D E S T I N G I S H I N G F E A T U R E S
Morgan likes to paint his nails black, has a small scar on his right cheek, his two ears are pierced and has another piercing on his tongue.

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» B I O G R A P H Y

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» P E R S O N A L I T Y Q U E S T I O N S

Questions

-You're fighting a worthy opponent who you're about to defeat, then they forsake their humanity and give up their self just to beat you, how do you react?
"While I am flattered that someone would do such a thing for just my cute butt, I am not gonna put up with that bullshit. Nu-uh, honey, you gonna get your ass beat. Still, I'm kind of flustered someone would even come close to giving up who they are just to beat me. Oh my, I'm blushing now!"

-Someone you have romantic interest enters a relationship with someone else, what do you do?
"No hard feelings. Their loss anyway. I got no time for romance anyway, got people to beat and candy to eat."

-Are you a bad person?
"I wouldn't say bad, but I wouldn't say good. Depends on who you are asking. Ask one of those monsters I have defeated and turned into my own minions, and they'll tell you I'm bad. If you ask that little girl, who's cat I saved with one of my monsters she'll just cry. In my opinion, I'm great!"

-Where do you go when you die?
"In my line of work death is something I am pretty close to. I raise the death! Though, I haven't sat down with one of them to really ask them where I am getting them from. My family believed that Death would welcome our family since they borrow from her realm. Kinda.

It doesn't matter to mee too much anyway; I got enough on my plate while I am alive to even worry about that. I just hope they got sweets if I ever do die, because if there is none, then it really is somewhere horrible."

» B A C K S T O R Y
Morgan's family are necromancers by nature. His great great great great great... great grandmother became the first one to raise the dead and do her bidding. Of course, with that power came great responsibility and stuff like that. Cadbury also came with all that- a now cute brown bunny who grants the Linville the power to do what they do. Morgan isn't too sure how Cadbury first made contact with his ancestors, but he doesn't really care about the details. A few decades ago, before Morgan was even born, Cadbury came out with the truth and told the family about his little game with other powerful entities, and now the whole family is chill with it.

Morgan doesn't mind killing other demons and putting them in his own arsenal of the undead. For him, the whole deal between Cadbury and his family is a win-win situation. Although, at the start, Cadbury did not look as cute as he did. Morgan had to take matters into his own little hands and give that little demon a whole makeover!

Away with the gothic look and in with the cute street and modern fashion!

Now, Morgan travels around with Cadbury at his side, fighting and defeating enemies left and right.

It wasn't what Morgan thought he would be doing. If someone were to tell him, he would be raising the undead to fight for him, and he could turn into a giant red fox Morgan would have laughed his ass off. And yet, look at him now! Away from his charming gothic-themed home in France and traveling the world with a cute little bunny.

Why is he doing this? Who knows! Morgan doesn't care! It's all about living in the moment and seeing the world! Could Morgan be running away from his responsibilities as head of the family? Could he be trying to find a better purpose in life? Is Morgan just trying to run away? Is he not ready to take up some many responsibilities?

He doesn't know!

All that Morgan knows is that he enjoys candy, Cadbury's funny little insults, and raising the dead. Oh, and killing his enemies. Don't forget that. Or that he can turn into a fox!

Right, the fox part.

Morgan has a soft spot for the sick and old who are suffering of pain. He often seeks those people or just stumbles upon them. When that happens he tends to transform into his fox form and take their souls, making sure to make the prcess and painless and quickly as he can. Becuase of this, some people have started to call him the Red Fox of Death. While some see him as merciful, others see him as aa curse.

He doesn't mind which, as along as he could do his job.

» A B I L I T I E S

Necromancer/Candymancer:

• Aurora Absorption - Morgan can absorb the soul or aurora from a dying subject and use it to his advantage by gaining the subject's abilities for a short amount of time or can use it form a protective shield around him. This requires a short-range in order to cast. This also applies to already trapped souls.
• Fox of Death - Morgan's most powerful spell in which he can turn himself into a 20ft red fox, with a cute pink bow. While in this form, the area around Morgan becomes covered in shadows of undead and plant life died under his paws. He becomes faster, more agile, and stronger. Although he is a giant fox, Morgan can still cast minor spells; such as control undead or walls of undead.
• Summoning Magic - Morgan can cast spells passed down through generations to summon ghosts, demons, undead, and monsters from beyond the dead. He has added his own spin to these old spells which result in the monsters usually covered in delicious-looking candies and other sweets. He has a limit to how many of each "minions" he can summon per day.
• Death's Touch - With just a touch, Morgan can instantly kill a living subject close to death's door. He usually resorts to this when the subject or in pain. For him, it is a form of mercy.
• Omen Reading - With the help of the dead and spirits beyond, Morgan can see into the past of those who have been killed.
• Control Undead - Morgan has recently learned the spell to use lesser demons or undead to form waves of them to attack an enemy. While Morgan is still getting ahold of the spell, he has added candy into the mix resulting in the wave of undead being rather sticky. He can also use the undead to hold an enemy in place for a short amount of time.
• Blood Weapons - Morgan does very little hand to hand combat, but it does not mean he is not rained with it. While he carries no weapons, he can easily conjure weapons from enemies he had defeated in the pass made from their blood. They smell strongly sweet, like melted cherry candy and always have the shape of a very sharp lollipop.
• Soul Catcher - Morgan has the ability to catch the souls of those who are near death and entrap them in soul gems, which for him are jolly ranchers.
• No, You - Morgan's brand new spell in which he can take damage and inflict it to his enemy if he touches them or one of his undead does.
• Detect - By nature, Morgan can feel the presence of a creature who is not for the living plane.

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» E Q U I P M E N T

• Spell Book - A spellbook passed down from generation to generation. It is leather-bound and has a few rainbow and unicorn stickers on the cover.
• Candies - Self Explanatory
• Jolly Ranchers - They are not jolly ranchers! They are soul crystals!
• Journal - Morgan keeps a journal where he writes down his experiences while traveling the world and battling people. He also talks mad shit about his enemies in it and sketches from time to time.

» O T H E R
- Morgan enjoys long walks of the beach and watching the sunset.
- Dancing is something that Morgan sucks at, and he knows it but continues to dance anyway.

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

Better?

@Lmpkio

Morgan: Oh mon Dieu, now you are speaking to my heart, baguette lady. Cette beauté

Devils and Dust

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Lilith got there just five minutes after opening time. She was a usual at the diner, going there a few times a week after work; especially during difficult nights. The whole homey vibe that the diner gave off made Lilith feel like she belonged there eating her usual order. It was always two scrambled eggs, bacon, grilled smashed potatoes, and two big fluffy pancakes. Lilith may be biased, but breakfast at the diner was one of her most favorite things about starting a new day. The strong coffee just lifted her up and made her feel like the rest of the day would go perfectly. Like there was not a worry on the world just for an hour while she sat there alone and ate.

Or maybe she was putting too much thought it to it. The food reminded her of her family. Of her father. The smell of the strong coffee brought back memories of waking up to the smell of it early in the morning before school and having a sip with her father while Leon and Lyric argued over the left over bacon. Those were happy times that Lilith missed dearly and she would go back to it in an instant if her guilty conscience let her. The thought of just having to face her father and seeing the disappointment on his face as she explained everything that had happened was too much for her. Just thinking about it made her teary-eyed.

No, no, there was no time to think of that right now. Right now it was time for pancakes and lots of yummy bacon... that she would have to burn off later by cardio. Or whatever another way. Maybe some practice would be nice, polish some new moves on the pole.

Anyway, as Lilith made her way to her usual spot by in the lunch counter, she set her bag down and waved over to one of the cooks from her seat. "Morning, Manda! nice to see you're all dolled up for me, hun." She called out to the cook, who rolled her eyes and flipped off Lilith with a grin.

"It ain't for you, sweety, but it is always nice to see you and that nice face of yours," Manda replied as she walked around one of the large industrial stoves and over to the lunch counter. Manda was long black hair wrapped up in a neat bun and wore a plain white shirt with some plain jeans. She was one of Lilith's first friends in Blacktown, and also one of her first clients at the club. It had been a pretty awkward first conversation, but the more Lilith kept going to the diner, the closer she got to Manda. Lilith had to admit that she had been crushing on the taller woman. Those well-toned arms covered with tattoos were something that Lilith loved to see work as she ate her pancakes.

"Aw, thank you, I do always try to doll up just for you." Lilith winked at the woman as laughed and turned to get a mug and the coffee for Lilith.

"Well, I'm flattered to see that your badly wiped make up is what you called 'being dolled up' for me." Manda poured the coffee on the mug and slide it in front of Lilith. "Let Mateo take your order and don't worry about the bill; this one is on me. I owe you one anyway," she put the pot of coffee back in its place and returned to the kitchen.

With a hum, Lilith said a small thank you and sipped her coffee without putting any sugar to it. Manda's lovely backside had distracted her from putting any sweetener on her coffee, so when Lilith sipped the coffee, she almost spit it out. After regaining some composure and ignoring Manda's laughter, she poured some sugar on her coffee and waited for the waiter to head on her way.

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

Your true love is within.

@Lmpkio

Morgan: I may be stupid, but I am not dumb. Wait.
Whatever, that is not my true love! Not colorful or fashionable enough! You can't trick me with plain white vans baguette lady!