<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/s_Women_Short_red_hairstyle_zpsd5060ea2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Jasmine Whispers (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1163893)</strong></span><br/>Place:  The afterlife?<br/>Time:  In the dark of the nightr last she knew<br/>Tagging:  New friends, Sena<br/>Inventory:  Two pairs of fine clothes, hip high leather boots, tricorner hat.<br/><br/><em>Wisp blinked a few times as her eyes snapped back and forth between Cass and Meeks.  They certainly seemed interesting, but it also seemed there was a hidden history there... a history that the diminutive information gather very much wanted to ferret out, but at the same time one simply never made it clear that they wanted information...<br/><br/>She smiled slightly towards Cass and wrinkled her nose slightly as the woman asked her how exactly she had ended up as one amidst the corpses.</em>"Wow... in terms of pick-up lines, I think 'how did you die' ranks slightly below 'nice dress, it would look better on my floor.'"<br/><br/><em>She grinned a bit, and waited to see if Cass would object that it hadn't been a pickup line, instantly countering </em>"Well that's awfully boring now isn't it?"<em>if the expected response came.  Regardless, however, she did follow up</em>"However... in answer... it seems curiosity did indeed kill this particular cat.  I was very very interested in where a moneylender's funds were going and... well... it seemed the information was a might better protected than I thought it was.  I would feel really, really bad about that... but it seems the bosslady isn't exactly waiting for my return."<em>She looks pointedly at Sena</em>.<br/><br/><em>She smiled coyly to Meeks when she muttered something about wanting to know her better, having easily picked up on the subtext and reached over, passing trio of long, delicate fingers down the woman's lower back.</em>"Ooooh... feel free to take your shot then... we'll see if your good enough to get to know all my secrets...<br/><br/><em>She watched Maldred tease/mollest Remi with a slightly perked eyebrow and pursed her lips.  On the one hand, she had to wonder about a man that would grope a woman with no apparent experience and no conception of how the game was played but, on the other hand... what business was it of hers if a woman got in over her head?  Price of entry into the resurrection club and all...<br/><br/>In time, the door was opened and a closetful of assorted clothing was revealed, allowing the woman to find a suitable pair of tights and a form-flattering white jacket, with a pair of hip high boots of the deepest black for contrast.  Having selected her garmets she turned back towards the assorted (and still likely selecting allies)</em>"Mrmmm... while I am going to miss the visual smorgasboard you all have been offering... I must sneak back under these covers to dress, preserve the delicious allure I have going..."<em>She then wrapped her makeshift toga more tightly around her and moved smoothly back towards one of the beds...</em>