<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JCoNFHJ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Jimenez<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:00 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Mess Hall<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Albion, Nerissa, Open| Mentioned: Kevin, Mallory, Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Her usual T-Shirt and jeans, and a bomber jacket. (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fpicture-cdn.wheretoget.it%2F1houij-l-610x610-jacket-black-bomber-patch-women-summer-beauty-cool-black%2Bbomber.jpg&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwheretoget.it%2Flook%2F2277461&tbnid=M05SnUBK42DD-M&vet=10CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg..i&docid=C2N3n6H8A4jfiM&w=433&h=610&q=bomber%20jacket%20woman%20&client=firefox-b-1-d&ved=0CA8QMyhtahcKEwjAivXW6_DqAhUAAAAAHQAAAAAQBg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lily took the hug in stride and listened to both sets of comments with unusually small amounts of snark. It just wasn't the kind of thing you could make light of. Lily hadn't had a lot of demonic contact in her own right, seeing as she was the cyber-pointy-end-of-the-stick, but it looked like that was about to change. Big time.<br/><br/>Bathed in the pink lights of the salon, Lily's expression betrayed a kind of surprise that she rarely let cross her face. But Nerissa seemed dead set on getting Albion into a dress, practically ripping the guy's shirt off. Maybe the wrong girl was going on the date with him. Meh, it was<em>Snowball</em>, right? And those scars, that had to give you pause - make you think about who you worked for and why you chose to do it. Lily didn't have any choice herself, but it still served as example for the others. Protecting the world from hostile demons was<em>dangerous</em>.And with what the poor bastard was about to face as he lie there on that chair, Lily was able to cough up enough sympathy for the guy to take his hand - merely for support mind you, but he was going to have to hold on to something given the circumstances.<br/><br/>She mused quickly on what she might want salon-wise. A manicure was right out. You might as well cut off her hands if you were intent on crippling her like that. She supposed she'd have to do something with her hair. "Whaddaya think Foxxie, up or down?" She held the disheveled mop on her head in both positions with the left hand even as she kept the grasp on Albion's with her right, repeating a few times. Naive demon or not, the girl had a much better fashion sense than her, or the other female in their cohort. She wondered for a second how Mallory might dress up, and found her imagination was simply not up to the task. If she were intent on turning Kevin's head without actually admitting that she was trying to do so, what would she wear? Decisions, decisions, decisions.<br/><br/>The women of the salon applied the wax with astonishing efficiency. You'd think that a little bedside manner would be called for. And although she was sure Nerissa could provide all the cutesy comfort someone like Albion might need, Lily naturally had another tactic in mind, but one she figured would work well to distract him from his agonies - and amuse the hell out of her. That was always important. So when the grisly task was upon him, Lily bent down and gently, sweetly, in anoh-so-innocently-so-you-were-sure-it-could-not-possible-be-Liliy sort of way, whispered (because let's face it, Nerissa didn't need to know about this - or maybe she did: food for thought for later), "So, Snowball what is it that you and Frond do out there in the Black District?"