<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/38/c7/5d/38c75d299b4e4c267f265ebfcaedb682.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alice Lindell<br/><strong>Location</strong>Own apartment situated above Huge but Tiny<br/><strong>Time/Date</strong>1st December| around 1am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>mentioning Aladdin, Mayor<br/><br/>"Rrrrrring, rinnnnnng, riiiiiiiinnnnng" the noise of the phone ringing cut through the  silence in the apartment like a knife. A groan came from an overly large and ridiculously lavish bed, pillows strewn left and right over the floor. A figure flailed beneath the covers and reached out for the old fashioned white telephone that sat beside the queen sized bed. After a moment or two of fumbling the received was found and brought to an ear. She spoke knowing almost with blizzar accuracy who was on  the other end of the phone "Winter festival? I already have some menu options on hand".A seductively devilish voice  spoke like smooth coffee inner ear "That's right, Miss Liddell I wish for you to take care of it. Don't worry I have seven of the very best helpers available. I'm sure they will be<br/><br/>Alice frowned at the phone, the ignamic Mayor had never offered her help before, there was a pause before the voice continued "Delighted to help you!" . Clarity an odd and not often sensation associated with one Alice Lindell struck these poor helpers obviously had fallen into dept of owed the mayor something  a person didn't want to be. She grunted into the phone and then hung up. Rolling over she gazed at the dark room, so it was that time of year again huh she grinned the winter festival was a time for fun and not just innocent princess goody fun, the dirty sweaty kinda fun worked to. Alice reached under a pillow and drew out a mobile signal pale blue case. She selected from the limited numbers available one of her personal favs and sent out a text "Hey stud, swing by the shop in the morning. I got some work for you. If your good I might give you a great ;) XX"