Padme wasn’t hard to find that night: she was the one at the very front of the round stage, clapping loudly as the stripper on the pole did an elaborate flip. Padme threw coins onto the floor, cheering and shouting out compliments, which was making several of the other customers--mostly straight men--give her strange looks. But why should she care: this woman was slaying the pole--even Olympic gymnasts weren’t surely this talented. 

Cricket scrunched her nose as she listened to the NPC repeated itself...again. “Aldohr. Al. Good buddy. I get it, I really really do-- but can you like...at least give me a clue to the direction they went? Or maybe some motive. A baby momma, anything?” He shook his head and somehow seemed to hold his nose higher in the air. Maybe she was projecting. Maybe not. But just because he was standing in a hotel lobby, wearing a shimmering metallic tux, didn’t mean he was better than her. Cricket rubbed the bridge of her nose. 

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would bang best quality: very optimistic about everything going on in game.worst quality: sometimes artemis just won’t shut the hell up. it can be... overwhelming.ship them with: no one?brotp them with: i have no clue.needs to stay away from: danger. circus members. misc. thoughts: i’m secretly 90% of the time in a better mood after encountering her, as tiresome as her company may be at times. it helps that she’s very easy on the eyes.