Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161228224327

She snatches up the coin. "Hehehe. Yeah, and your loss, danger boy.  Just try not to scream out my name at the wrong time, kay?"

In a BAMF she's gone.

Moments later she appears in the cold, dark street in her "Normal" form, swinging her cage gown, her parasol twirling. She picks out the nicest looking dive she can find, and walks in slowly, taking her time, looking at the patrons.

She tucks herself on a barstool in a corner and stows her parasol, and waits for the barkeeper, humming to herself.