OOC
Slaves had to be the most useful invention of all time. The storm had been an absolute nightmare, doing her best to comfort Kohaku and keep him calm while it raged outside and depleting much of their food. Well, it would have been depleted anyways since she didn't hunt. Amy had actually suffered very little from the storm, beside her nerves being rubbed raw. So now she was going to relax, with Adara taking care of Lucias for her while she went out to a party.
That was the true beauty of this broken city. Disaster struck, and the response of those who passed through was to crack open the alcohol and bring out the musicians. Dressed in a teasing skirt and halter top Amy entered the party. It wasn't her usual outfit, this was one of someone who was ready to enjoy herself in whatever form that took. Amy accepted the alcohol cheerfully, drinking down the bottle and swaying to the music. The blades on her body weren't very well hidden, stripped down to nothing but her daggers and the throwing knives. They looked more like a temptation to touch her than a true weapon with the atmosphere that swallowed her.
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