HIATUS// * fear & delight.

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i've been debating moving a muse or two to my main multi from here for a while, and finally settled on doing so with these two. follow me on my main if you aren't already if you'd like to continue interacting with my Sir Pentious and Rolando!

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unless they are another model / another person who works for Velvette, or close to her, or at the hotel for her hotel verse: they will not know her name is Ainsley.

"Look, bub, I don't get paid enough to care. But if you mess with the photoshoot, then Velvette gets pissed off. If Velvette gets pissed off, all us models get the brunt of it -- so, I don't know, maybe... don't fuck around on the photoset?"

Because he found a little human who looked strikingly like Princess Charlie Morningstar herself...

"My biggest enemy is me, ever since day one..." Ainsley mostly muttered the words to herself, curled up in the corner of the lobby couch. Her tail was wrapped up over her arms, which were wrapped around her knees. It was just... one of those days that made her really, really regret signing over her soul to Velvette.

"I'll elect to ignore your snide comment, barkeep, if the drink is on the house." A drink he didn't order, but one he would take without hesitation. The reason he was at the bar counter was because this feline sinner REEKED of insecurity and desperation... which was far more tantalizing than these little drinks of his.

"I... suppose, yes. Yes it does." Abel said with a breathy chuckle, hand raising to rub the back of his neck. "I shouldn't have doubted you -- clearly, things work far differently down here than what I'm used to..." In Heaven. "It's a bit messy, albeit, but it definitely works."

"By all means, don't let me stand in the way of your... rascal endeavors. That seems to be a rather common happening down here." A part of him wondered if he could stand to be a little bit more... menacing? Bothersome? Less angelic? He was fallen, but he was the first human who died and went to Heaven. He had been up there for so long, it was hard for him to forget that he was no longer there; that he was now in Hell. And his behavior, well... it painted quite the target on his back, at times.

"Normally, yeah, I guess time is supposed to make things a little bit better. But Hell's different. I've been here since the '40s, and time? It hasn't really made things better for me."