<span style="color: maroon">"Morning, sweetheart"</span>, she said, smiling to the young fortune teller.<span style="color: maroon">"Y'all be lookin' quite colourful today. Special occasion?"</span><br/><br/>Then, her smile faded and Camelia rolled her eyes at the familiar voice behind her. The quietness of the morning had been too good to be true, it would be moments now until he'd hit on her again, like he always did. She closed her eyes and finished the last bit of her cigarette, trying to enjoy that last bit of peace. The stub fell to the floor and was met by the underside of Camelia's high heeled pump, squishing it into the ground. And there it was, just like she expected, the words that she had seen coming a mile off. She opened her green eyes and stared straight into the self-absorbed grin that was Enzo.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"Naww sugah, y'all know I'd hate to disappoint you but I only involve my piercings with people I like..."</span>, she smirked at Enzo, stepping closer towards him.<span style="color: maroon">"Though... maybe this once... a nice lil' girl like myself could make an exception for someone o' your kind an' all. How's about it, sugah? You and I... all alone... showin' y'all how it's really done?"</span>Her voice grew lower and lower in volume, the rasp slowly taking over and giving her light voice a sensual edge to it as she leaned closer to Enzo, her long red fingernails slowly tracing along his exposed chest. She moved her face closer and closer to his. Then, she wrapped her full red lips around the burning tip of his cigarette and extuingished it with her tongue, a quiet hissing sound being absorbed in her mouth. Grinning, she pulled away from his face and gave him a mild shove.<br/><br/><span style="color: maroon">"Or y'all could just wake up and stop dreamin' like the ol' fool y'are. Try doin' somethin' productive for a change, honey pie. Might be y'all'll be able to get yourself a decent girl for once instead'a bummin' around."</span>Camelia turned to peer into the cook's wagon, raising a finely-plucked eyebrow at the still somewhat shaken looking cook. She shook her head slowly, sighing at the woman letting herself be taken so easily by Enzo.<i>"How does he do that every single time?"</i>, she wondered to herself. There were very few women around the carnival that liked Enzo. Well, very few women with actual working brains, for that matter. Yet, at the same time, he was quite handsome. Maybe if she could find a way to make him shut up for an extended period of time, everyone's stay at the carnival would be so much better...<br/><br/>Quickly, she snapped out of her thoughts and eyed the cook.<span style="color: maroon">"Make that three, sweetie... an' if y'all got some omelettes or somethin', I'd be awfully grateful"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>