“Well, well... quite the pad...”
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 the first to arrive, as she had seen several others show up already. Still, it was good to be among 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.
“What’s banging motherfuckers? Jael has arrived.” Jael announced loudly and proudly for all to hear.