<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/>It would have been a lot smoother to conjure up those provisions with a snap of her fingers, or float them ghostly from her room, but Lakresha need to physically go and get them. Her understanding of magic was so piecemeal, so cobbled together from fascinating books and compelling mysteries, that she had never learned to improvise like that. On the walk back to her room she had time to think about what was happening. What did Lakresha Price want out of this midnight rendevouz?<br/><br/>But when she did sit next to Madoka, finally producing the ornate little folding artist's box which contained her lipsticks did have a kind of magic to it. The mystique kind, laid over black satin lap resembling an antique map case, fastened with a brass book latch. She stretched out her sugar-scrubbed legs to wiggle those slippers Madoka admired. "Thank you, Ms. Mawaru." She was happy to show them off, and especially to draw attention to the light on legs rendered silky smooth. "Black kitty cats are kind of my thing. They're so, mm, stately and enigmatic. Sometimes cute too.<em>Meow!" </em><br/><br/>The latch opened in her lap, and she expanded the box on hinged drawers wide enough for questing hands to reach in. In every little nook, a matching brass bulet etched with an artist's signature. Lakresha rolled them into perfect arrangement, and selected one. "This one is called Bond Girl." It twisted out a dusky oil painting color, so very similar to each in her collection, but each unique to the trained eye. "Smart, suave, smokey. An eye-catching brown berry for lips meant to be caught softly mouthing spy secrets. May I?"<br/><br/>She asked Madoka's chin to balance on the tips of her black nails so the color could carefully pet from the corner of a freshly kissed mouth across the supple fullest curve. "That's gorgeous." She was not looking at Madoka's eyes but at her lips, smiling, stroking them through the medium of lipstick, and drawing confidence. "This is not the shade of a woman who's told to smile more. This is the shade of a woman whose mood sets the room." A hand mirror slipped into Madoka's fingers, and Lakresha's eyes twinkled. "Now how does that feel?"<br/><br/>When she laid the box out like a buffet, it was in the hopes that everyone would find their color. Ruby red carpet, vintage tea rose, chocolate cream, blackcurrant, freckletone nude. Yeah, Lakresha had a thing for lipstick.