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Post by BladeOfRayne on Apr 24, 2008 15:54:40 GMT -5
The Auction halls had been open for a while, and the small vampiress thought it was about time she took a gander at what was to be expected this time. Peeking her head through the door, her emerald gaze quickly scanned the people milling about, before she deemed it fine for her to straighten up to her full height of not-so-tall 5'2", and walk out into the main room.
Already, it was bustling with potential slaves -as much as she disliked the words, that's what they all were, herself included- and potential buyers, some posing as both. A slave buying a slave, she thought to herself as she slipped unnoticed over to the bar, sliding onto one of the barstools. Sneakered feet propped up on the metal bar joining the legs of the stool, thin fingers moved to smooth out her simple tank top and jean shorts. Blade was hardly dressing sexy, but she didn't need to, did she? She wasn't here for sex, she was here for fun.
And that's exactly what she expected as she ordered herself a rum, sipping at it quietly.
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