[She is not unaccustomed to such places, her life among the “civilized” having begun from the dregs of society without her having realized there was more purpose beyond simply existing and getting by. So of course, when a place like this comes into existence near her, it merits investigation.
She sits at the bar nursing a cranberry and soda as if she belongs. Except the way she carries herself, her clear lack of engaging with those about her and the hard stare she gives to those whose eyes linger too long, says that she does not really wish to be here, even though she remains seated, in her clothes clearly suited for the setting, sipping a drink she pretends is something else and observing the others around her who find themselves enjoying the entertainment offered by the establishment.]
luce pls
She sits at the bar nursing a cranberry and soda as if she belongs. Except the way she carries herself, her clear lack of engaging with those about her and the hard stare she gives to those whose eyes linger too long, says that she does not really wish to be here, even though she remains seated, in her clothes clearly suited for the setting, sipping a drink she pretends is something else and observing the others around her who find themselves enjoying the entertainment offered by the establishment.]