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He shuffled over and hugged her, lightly nuzzling against her shoulder.
Isis smiled as she shifted to wrap her arms around him, pulling him tightly against her. “Hey, there. How have you been?”
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The odd and darker things were what always attracted Isis, ever since she could remember. Her father was open with his interests, and shared them with his children. Her and her brother both loved exploring, and finding the most macabre things they could find. Her most memorable birthday was when her father took them to the Sedlec Ossuary followed by the French Catacombs. Stories of vampires and other ‘mythical’ beings fascinated her as well. There was even a good six month period where she begged her father to let her change her name to Elizabeth Bathory. Of course, she was only six at that time.
Either way, this curiosity persisted to now, where she found herself entering the strip club that had dancers of the supernatural. She had heard whisperings about it, and a friend finally found out where it was and sent her directions. Perhaps this would have been easier had she held a firm grasp of Korean, but that wasn’t the case. South Korea was an escape, another stop on her path of endless running.
Stepping through the doors, she looked around curiously at the decor and layout, also looking for her constant tormentor. Shared interests meant a greater risk of being found, but curiosity is always a hard thing to kill. She wasn’t sure how much she’d stand out in a place like this, a tall German girl with jet black hair that easily reached her waist, and dressed in a black leather corset with a long, light grey dress underneath. “...I hope it lives up to my thoughts...”