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This bar is...concerning. She was not expecting to be in a bar. It is new and she has no idea how to handle it, which is terrifying, but she can't let her fear show. Showing weakness is always a bad plan. So she wanders around and inspects everything from the furniture to the mysteriously self-playing instruments with an air of casualness so practiced few could see past the facade.
a not-quite-spn demon meets Honeysuckle Rose
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the-devil-you-know
Her single most overriding desire is to be safe.
A close second, and one that she isn't aware of, is to have people in her life who she can trust to defend her, if she ever isn't safe.
She likes her creature comforts. She isn't the type to go for conspicuous consumption for the sake of it, but given the choice, she'll always take the coziest blanket, the softest pillow, the plushest, most devouring armchair, the pastry with the most frosting drizzled on it.
Sexually speaking, she's a strong but not obligate submissive, and something of a xenophile.
Isn't this interesting.
Safety, that's something she can help her with – trusting other people, that might take a while, but there might be a good match for her...little pleasures are easy to get, here...
And this is a good place to be, for xenophiles.
"Maybe I should introduce you to some of my other clients, angel..."
the-devil-you-know
"Oh. Huh." She contemplates this. "I...don't know how I feel about being introduced to people I'll be attracted to. But I like the idea of staying here."
"Oh, there's no expectation, honey. But I understand if you'd rather not meet anyone right now."
the-devil-you-know
Shrug. "I dunno." She considers her hands. "I guess if I like weird that explains why I wanted a weird hair and eye color."
"That doesn't take liking weird, honey, that's just something you wanted. But it might have something to do with it."
the-devil-you-know
Nod.
"I didn't...mean white-white, when I said white. But I think...I think I liked it. I think I was a little disappointed when you changed it."
It's a little hard to tell her expressions apart, with her hair over her eyes, but you can practically feel her beaming.
"Well. That's easy enough to fix."
Her skin tingles, not unpleasantly, as the color starts to fade.
the-devil-you-know
She looks at her now much paler hands and smiles. "I do like it."
“You look gorgeous in it, honey. Blue and white suits you.”
She leans a little against the counter.
“Now...what was that you said about staying, again?”
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