Camelia reached behind the doorway and produced a cigarette and a silver lighter that had been delicately engraved with beautiful twists and curls. She placed the cigarette between her rose red lips and flicked open the lighter, producing a flame which she used to light the end of her smokestick. She took a deep breath, then pulled the cigarette away inbetween her slender fingertips, exhaling a thin cloud of smoke. Cam smiled at the two women, enjoying their bodies as they moved against one another.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"As temptin' as that offer sounds, sweethearts, I think we're gonna have to save that for another day. Townsfolk'll be comin' in soon an' we all need to look our best, no?"</span>She spoke the words with her usual rasp, and it was clear that it wasn't just a plain refusal, but more the realisation of the day that lied ahead. Camelia almost sounded as if she was reluctant to pass up on these beautiful women, and there even was the lightest hint of disappointment in her eyes as she said the words.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"An' well... I know y'all don't come 'round to visit people jus' like that often, sugah,"</span>she spoke to Obscura,<span style="color: maroon">"So any time be good for lil' ol' me. Especially if it's important an' all..."</span>Camelia looked over the two women once again and sighed quietly, taking another drag from her cigarette straight after it. She was plainly in need of the nicotine to calm her senses down and try not to be too distracted by the offer that the two women just gave her.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"What kind o' tattoo were y'all thinkin' of, honey pie?"</span>, she asked Gabrielle.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>