Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-27550231-20190711194617

Ne'zon covered her face in a combination of shame and drowsiness. Though she was no stranger to late night shifts this exhaustion was aas not physical but spiritual, mental. The not so young shoggoth sluggishly moved to her dresser and pulled out a translucent waxy white dress that she slipped over herself before she moved to her uniform. The uniform wasn't anything complicated to copy, just a simple maid's dress back and white like nothing other but instead of copying it she wore it. She took care of the cloth dress, washing, ironing and pressing it every night. With it she felt safe. She felt as if she was part of something larger.

Ne'zon stood in her hotel room and looked at the mirror before calling for her uncle and inspecting her uniform once over.

"I can't talk for long okay? I'm already late for work."