~~~~~~~~<br/>At<b><i>the Bar...</i></b><br/><br/>If it was one person that could change her mood for the better, distract her from the negativity from Emma, it was turning out to be Becca. Fanya grinned at her surprise questions about her skin and then of course about how '<i>excellent</i>' her room was especially made her grin from ear to ear.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Part of the reason why I didn't stay with you last night... It's actually a painful process to change the colors and patterns. But it must happen, I've only recently learned to control the colors and patterns to my liking. But I didn't want to wake you up in the middle of night with wailing of pain, Rebecca.</span>" She took her bar napkin and 'helped' wipe the hot coffee quickly from Becca's thigh quickly, not lingering on it, honestly trying to get the coffee off of her clothes.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Those are lovely pants.</span>" She noted as she put the napkin back on the bar.<br/><br/>That same customer came up to Fanya again and tried to wave money in her face again putting a hand on her shoulder. Fanya politely pushed the hand off her shoulder and rolled her eyes at Becca and turned in her seat back to the customer who must have obviously been drunk.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Come on now, there are plenty of wonderful girls here in Gomorrah who would gladly take some of the cash, sweetie. I'm not one of them, okay?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>