"Four more hours, yeah," she let out a tired snicker, along with an amusingly-appropriate snort. "We'll see maybe two or three more customers before I get to go home, I'd say. Barely worth it. And it's Anathema, by the way. Or Ana, for short."<br/><br/>The counter-girl's given name was not technically the name she was born with. After certain... revelations concerning her exact gender, she had been banished from her home, and even her home town, forced to flee to Dragon Town to work in this little pisshole. She had taken the name herself as a sort of cunning jab at her own forced sojourn, assuming nobody would get what it meant anyway.<br/><br/>Rubbing the attempted sleep from her dark amber eyes, Ana let herself truly...<i>notice</i>, the woman in front of her. She was gorgeous, there was no denying that, and she could only imagine what she'd be doing at home with the few trinkets she'd bought. She began to ring the stuff up lazily, her hands moving instinctively as she continued to examine the sleek, gloomy beauty. "It's actually livelier at night, if you believe it. But yeah... slow goin'."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>