<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/fpEOrun.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ophelia Cruz</span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337699.msg16030647#msg16030647)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>20/20<strong>XP:</strong>0/7<strong>Thirst:</strong>1/15<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>rolling for starting Thirst: 1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=157663)<br/><hr/><br/>Ophelia took a long, languid drag of her cigarette as she walked beside Vanya, her oldest friend and most trusted advisor. The porcelain skinned ravenette was waltzing the streets in her most proper attire (https://i.imgur.com/xXuzYFd.jpg). Of course an outfit cut so sinfully low, at both ends no less, could only be considered "proper" when compared to her usual "office wear" (https://i.imgur.com/YCdNTKA.jpg), which made her current dress look like a nun's robe. Though she may not look it, her gaze wandering across the street, occasionally stopping to wave at a child or exchange nods with one of the patrolling guardesses, she was paying close attention to Vanya's report, carefully weighing each piece of news.<br/><br/>"Hmmmm..." she mused, casually blowing out a puff of oak and vanilla scented smoke, "Have we gotten any numbers on how big these Anchor Boys actually are?" she asked, wondering if they had an idea of how many of them there actually were. Obviously the Flock could handle themselves against a small gang or two, "And why don't we send a few girls down to make nice with the new guards? Give them something to look forward to after their shifts. Better to let the men think with their cocks than their fists, or, gods forbid, their<em>heads</em>" she said with a chuckle, "speaking of, why don't you send Lord Vensure an invitation as well? Give him a nice dinner and a show, on me. Let's see if we can't all be friends" she added. Ophelia was always one for diplomacy over force, especially when she had one of the best commodities to negotiate with: ass and pussy. In many ways they were even better than gold and silver, after all you couldn't spend the same coin twice, but you could conduct a thousand transactions with the same set of tits over and over.<br/><br/>"wait...sewer monsters? really?" she stopped mid-stride, raising a well trimmed eyebrow at Vanya. Noting the lack of irony in her one-eyed gaze, Ophelia let out a small sigh, "...'dizzying ocean smell', how would you even tell over the smell of the sewers?..."  she muttered, holding up a hand to signal she didn't want an actual answer to that. Taking another drag of her cigarette stick, she turned her gaze to her fellow ladies, "well? we certainly can't have tentacles popping up through the toilets...not without figuring out how to charge for it at least...we can send in a group of men to investigate" she suggested, "and I emphasize<em>men</em>, I'm not having any of my girls drag sewer stink back into my establishment" she added. It also went without saying that she wasn't going down there herself either. She was well beyond her days of wading through gutters with the trash and filth.