<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3c/Ririfinal1_by_vactuart-d9pkdvm.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Lakresha Price<br/><strong>Student ID: </strong>OS843-0710<br/><strong>Age/Year: </strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>Occult Historian<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library after midnight<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Madoka, Angel, Matty, Kendra, Allie, open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black charmeuse slip, black bridal robe, black kitty slippers<br/><hr/><br/>Back home in the crwoded loft bedroom of her parents' queerly-shaped house- the youngest baby sister bedroom, just big enough for a twin bed and her books and clothes- Lakresha could last well into the night with a portal open to the stars and the musical taste of a woman forty years her senior to take her away. She could pretend to inhabit a Prohibition Manhattan apartment and design every inch in art deco, honeyed orange glass, wine-colored fabric and almond tile. Here, though, she needed to put forward an effort. She had a roommate now, a schedule, a shared light space. As early as midnight, Lakresha needed to at least try to sleep.<br/><br/>Ambient sounds of vinyl noise on Beats By Dre were meant to help. The lace appliqué trim mask was meant to help. Instead, a message telepathic found her wide awake and in a state of irrational anger at her buzzing head on the pillow.<br/><em>"Come find us. Let's explore." </em><br/>"Hm?"<br/>Lakresha sat up in bed. She contemplated her roommate for several minutes, deciding whether she was the george of some homoerotic prank. Finally, she pushed her feet into a pair of fuzzy black cat-faced slippers and peeked out into the deathly quiet hall.<br/><br/>Lakresha did her best to look like she'd been caught sleeping, as she felt for the soundless floorboards under her slippers. She did her best not to seem like the kind of person who went hunting for any kind of drama at the ungodly hours of night. The disguise was a good one, black charmeuse slip and bridal robe to match. It had been a set with the mask, along with garters in a lovely satin bag. The garters were the difference between intimates and lingerie, so she had never worn them. Instead she left her sugar-scrubbed legs bare and gleaming bronze, because naked was less sexy than lace. Eyes half-lidded, mask pushed back in her big curls, feeling her way with the whiskers of her slippers, she followed a dim murmur in the library like light on the ocean floor.<br/><br/>Enough of the faces she found there were familiar to put her immediately at ease. "What time is it?" This was a hollow question, small talk to announce her presence to the girls kissing, and watching the kiss, and twisting cloth. But Lakresha had come unarmed into a situation where empty hands were the devil's workshop, there was no way around that. Either acknowledge the kissing game and be a creep, or pretend it wasn't happening and shame her sisters. Those were the choices.<br/><br/>Unless...<br/><br/>"Would you girls be interested in helping me try out some new lip shades?"