<div class="floatleft">(https://i9.fuskator.com/large/glBFyevQcXI/Skinny-Blonde-Goldie-A-with-Small-Tits-from-Met-Art-Wearing-Heels-36.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Front Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black spandex leggings and Fraternity hoodie<br/><strong>Extra:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>Watching everything that was going on for the moment from the door way she'd finally slip in and off to the side where she'd crawl up onto one of the couches. Her bare feet tucking delicately under her toned thighs and ass as she settled back against one of the arms and quietly observed everyone. This whole experience was still new to her and especially when it came to the unique traits of so many of her fellow workers and clients. It occasionally worked its way into her thoughts in moments of weakness like now, her small hands slipped inside the large front pocket of his hoodie and wrung themselves together as she still fought the urge to go back to the Opium Den and feelings of inadequacy when compared to her super natural companions.<br/><br/>In time her feelings of insecurity would pass, how could it not when faced with the startling abilities and personalities that perpetually filtered through this place of business? As it was she soon forgot about the cravings and dark emotions that threatened to sweep her away in their crashing waves of self doubt and despair. It wasn't long before she caught herself smiling at the familiar banter everyone seemed to so easily fall into. The nights late hours though began to catch up with her as she found herself relaxing and half drifting in and out of sleep through her fluttering lashes. She'd managed to tire the poor boy out but in the process hadn't gotten much sleep herself. Soon she'd drag herself off for a quick nap maybe, but not just yet. It was far too comfortable here and it was nice to be around others for a time.