<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: Rabbit<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Broken Cup<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Open.</em><br/><br/>It was just precisely opening for the 'front' bit of business [and well they only closed for an hour or so but time had paused according to <em>her</em> watch and since it was proper time kept by her then they had never closed at all], not a moment too late or too early when she had the doors opened by those who worked for her in the Pub. Those who worked for her in the back where strictly told to stay in the back or be sharply about their business with her particular watches that told her just when they were. <br/><br/>Never late, not on her watch. <br/><br/>A edged smile quirked one side of full lips painted a shade akin to bubblegum, or perhaps they were just naturally that shade. She couldn't recall and well she did sort of have a <em>thing</em> about makeup. <br/><br/>Today's mood was decidedly mellow, well almost, comparatively for the Wench of the Pub. She perched on the edge of the bar humming a little ditty under her breath that seemed at odds with her thing for time. <br/><br/>Today's mood was playful. <br/><br/>Lucky for the patrons no doubt. Just so long as they remembered her due, though the first few through the door had that smile blossoming into something so sweet a few inhaled a touch shakily. It was fetching, that sweet mild smile but so very very out of place here. Granted she seemed out of place in the mismatched squalor and cleanliness. <br/><br/>Today she had selected white and a violet, matching the oddity of her duotoned hair for her outfit; the violet bodice of it was off shoulder, flashing that milky pale skin, flawless save for a bite from her lover the night before, and along the back a few nail marks too, she liked it rough after all, but the bodice had little puff sleeves that hinted at innocence even as the sweet heart neckline hinted at decadence; teased of course with a delicate ruffle of white lace on the top. She did have a rather nice full bosom after all. It certainly got looks. The skirt started just below her ribs, full with ruffled petticoats of violet and black interspersed but the skirt itself was as white as part of her hair and upon her hands were lacy fingerless gloves. Thigh high stockings, sheer and white with little black bows, covered <em>most</em> of the exposed leg and vanished into a pair of six inch platform heels of shinny violet leather. A black ribbon wrapped around her waist where the bodice and skirt joined and tied in a nice big bow in the back. <br/><br/>The fact that said ribbon could tie her up was known to a few....Everything had its place after all. <br/><br/>Including bondage, but not till after the first tea time at least, there was work to do. There was after all a time for everything. Thinking that she fetched out her watch for the day, a pretty white gold affair, a gift from Hatter, or perhaps the Hare, regardless it was her's now. She watched seconds tic by until a full minute had passed and then lept off the bar to go ...not quiet bouncing nor dancing but certainly not walking, about the room, a smile for familiar faces and always ears turned toward news. A time for everything. <br/><br/>What everything today's time was for wasn't yet decided though.</span></span>