Hours had gone past and Plum eventually found herself in the evening. She had about three more hours to kill, despite the fact it was 10 p.m. Her target was Fennel Jaminson, a bank owner who had often moved money around in curious ways--ways that his competitors and organizations within Market didn't like. It was unfortunate for Fennel, but rather fortunate for Plum. He was a womanizer and Plum was quite good at being the woman any man would want.<br/><br/>The pink haired woman stood in front of a mirror. It was obvious she had just gotten out of the tub as steam seemed to fill her large bathroom in a thick fog. She had to lean in close to the mirror, wiping and rewiping the surface with a dry cloth in her hand. With her free one she held up a fake eye with a strange tiny needle at the back of it. She put the rag down and braced her eye lids open, inserting the eyeball easily. She blinked rapidly, moving her eyes side to side. She gave a satisfied grin, seemed her eye was still working. The eyeball itself could not see, but needle had pierced through a nerve that helped the fake eye mimic the real one. It was the best PM could do at the moment and Plum didn't mind too much.<br/><br/>Once the eye was in place, everything else seemed rather routine. Plum dressed in a rather shimmery dark grey dress that swooped down to the lower middle of her back and gently swooped across her chest, barely revealing the top of her cleavage. Her jewelry was limited to a bracelet that looked like black pearl and earrings to match. Her shoes were stilettos, as usual, though this time she graced the world with a peep of her painted toenails. All in all, she seemed she could blend into almost any scene or occasion---anywhere from a club, to fine dining, to a sultry evening.<br/><br/>She gave her head a slight shake, letting the natural curl of her hair settle in. Satisfied by her look, she decided she would head towards the nearby bar. It was a little more pricey, but she could afford it. Besides, going somewhere seedy would draw more attention than anything. An elegant setting was the optimal choice for Plum, regardless of her outfit. She just never fit into trashy, potentially drug fulled scenes. She had tried---it never worked out well.<br/><br/>With that, she made up her mind to definitely go to the nearby bar. Well, it was more like a luxury restaurant under some tycoon's hotel, but the bar was still the best part in Plum's ever so humble opinion. She dabbed on a little tinted chapstick and made her way out the door, grabbing her coat as she went.