#contractfee

It was cold outside, but Witchholm's main square was packed. The festivities for Imbolc were in full swing, with the city absolutely flooded with residents and visitors moving in dense packs throughout the city for each entertaining venue. The opening rounds for the infamous roller derby competitions, the Breaking of Bones where witches dueled for supremacy, and of course...tons of partying.

Vine sat at the busiest hall of all, the magistrate building for the Society of Hags. She had a throne there...it simply sat unoccupied for most of the year. She only sat there for the after-party of the big events for the holidays, and took it as a chance to greet important visitors, enjoy the banquet, gossip, and occasionally grant bequests.

Of course, Vine was not one to give something without reason.

Today was going to be an interesting day. More so than a holiday usually called for. The girls would laugh at first, make snide comments. But Vine's eye never lied.

No, he will absolutely not be getting cooked today!

"Kaida, good afterno- When?" There's almost a clatter before it seemed like Phel's motion skipped ahead a few seconds and a decorative chain and bands set on a horned mannequin head now set gently on the table where it was leaning before.

@contractfee

"Hold up, I ain't say they weren't good, I jus' wanna wear my goddamn skirt. But shit, black n' ruby red? That'd do NUMBERS at tha' gay bar."

🔥 + a spicy question for my muse / Accepting

Charlie sputters, waving a hand at him shyly. Laughter bubbles past dark lips. "Whaaaaat? You mean, I have to choose?" Her tail gives a coy sway before her smile slithers into something more confident, more sly.