Alice
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.
―𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙-𝙠𝙣𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙.

Lady wandered the markets, the streets of Kazumaki. As strangely as she usually was. It seemed like she was registered even stranger to most people down here. This corruption, this corrosion. Heel to haunch and bended knees. Lady pursed her lips shut and ignored familiar hostility. Lady held a large black laced parasol above her, avoiding as much sunlight as she could. Instead of her usual short white veil she put on top of her head, she had a long black lace veil that covered her face down to her lips that stayed exposed. Lady's top was thick black velvet with a small window exposing her sternum. Her sleeves wide and long with a small split on them. Her legs were whimly covered by a black maxi skirt with a small, knee-length split on it. She wore a simple black latex corset on top of her outfit to dramatize it a little. For accessories, layered pearls and jewels with silver bangles suited her nicely. Lady's shoes were on the simpler side, white laced translucent socks and plum-shade kitten heels.

Lady was simply in the market for cheaper material, thieving jewels and looking for change. She didn't at all expect this refreshing company. *A crow...* Like her soul was bounded to the bird. Ravens were arguably one of her favorite animals, she couldn't help but awe at the luck- Crows usually don't come out on sunny days. She followed it reluctantly, small chimes heard from her handbag from her kleptomania.

*Brava, Brava, Bravissimi.* The men up in heaven once again granted her luck. That familiar, pale snake, the python whispered to her in shrill wisdom. Forgetting whatever she was planning to do for the day- she met her companion.

Lady, from the back, put her thin pale arms on his shoulders as she slouched down, letting them just hang in his presence. He smelt... Familiar, but not familiar enough, five months could change somebody for sure. *No wonder her hounds couldn't find him..* Lady didn't want him to see her face to recognize her after such long time. Only her pale arms, her plum-painted nails, her dark, lacy clothing. A small joke in a way? It was hard to understand for normal people, but Lady Bitter found this little action humorous. With her thin fingers, she pinched the man meanly, soon rising up to push him slightly. Not sure if it was the encounter that brought her joy, however she had to be at least *Ecstatic* To pull jokes to people. Whether it was to be reciprocated or not, she waited for the man to turn around.

*" It shines like starts, the dust of Eve, ordering me to hide my failures. Where have you been? "* She murmured in a scolding tone, not finding much volume for she was almost moments away from shedding tears. Lady's a fairly emotional person, I guess!
Morris
Ur so right it's been ten minutes
Karen
I said I trusted you to have been writing

Why are you betraying my trust