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A-Z DIRTY HEADCANONS

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

Jorie has a LOT of underwear, both of plain variety and lingerie.

She’s no stranger to her underwear being literally ripped off of her. The Rising Sun brothel doesn’t host the most friendly patrons all the time. She’s got a lot of backup underwear just in case the ones she were wearing get ruined or ‘soiled’ by her partner.

Lingerie is rarely worn for clients. It’s more expensive to get her to do a lot of prep work, so it’s usually tourists or business men and women who pay for her to wear something a little more saucy. For locals, most of them are satisfied with her wearing plain underwear.

Billie Eilish Prompts - Always accepting

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Light teal hues widened, her limbs shaking before such a grotesque, repugnant show before the Lunari, a crimson pool gradually expanding under what it looked like to be a man who had just died…By that creature’s hands - rather, claws -, perhaps? Just seeing, smelling blood had always been a huge trigger of hers, and asking questions was inevitable at this point, despite her warning.What happened, there?

The raven-haired young woman gasped in tension, the shadows around her clinging around her body, hissing and whispering untranslatable words at her, it was pretty clear they wanted to protect the other from her, for her claws were painted in blood…An innocent one, perhaps?

“Not many gals this world’s known with skills like yours, Miss. I’m impressed, truly.” Lips curled into a semi-sincere smile under his hat-brim. “You’ve got quite a way with your targets.”

A shimmering blue card found its way into his hand dancing between his fingers, catching the dim light that filtered into the grimy Bilgewater alley. “Now, as a gentleman, I respect a lady’s right to do as she pleases, and as a man who prefers talkin’ ta fightin’, I hate a confrontation.” With a flick of his wrist the card disappeared into his sleeve. His other hand reached into his coat and drew forth a ragged, stained scrap of parchment. On it was etched the face of an even more ragged man above a number, a rather large sum of coin.

“Though it seems circumstances have led me here. Low-down and back-stabbing though he was, this man had more value to me breathin’ than nailed into a coffin.”

AND SHADOWS FALL BEHIND YOU | accepting selectively.

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