The painted woman gufffawed loudly, her tummy quivering at the belly laugh as she raised her head up enjoying the moment thoroughly before calming down, placing her thumb between her lips at her teeth, nibbling sweetly. She flicked her cigarette over to the couch in the room,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Emma!... have a seat.</span>" That was more than a request. "<span style="color: purple">I don't need to hide you because no one is after you, least of all slavers. Your fear sent you here.</span>" she took a few steps to the side walking around her eyes raised up as if thinking over things, "<span style="color: purple">No one will harm you here under my care. You are<i> safe.</i></span>" She took a few more steps rounding the couch, circling Emma like a predator would before making it's strike.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">Make yourself comfortable. I hear the couch is does wonders for the weary.</span>"  Her filter had no reside of paint on it... in fact as Emma looked around, no tell tale signs of paint was left anywhere. Whoever this woman is, she wasn't sweating.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: purple">I'm sure the rest of them will be here shortly.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>