Bruxa arrived to take over the closing shift. The evening tender closing out his tabs and informing her of which patrons required what as she shook that leather duster from her small frame. Donning the apron and tying it snug around that willowy waist.
Petite body swaddled in a black pencil skirt that hugged the curve of those slender hips. The form fitting tailored black silken shirt that lay open to give the hint of the red lace bustier beneath. Long ebon lockes hung loose and cascaded down her back. Leaving the crimson strip of tress to lay across one shoulder and shadow half of her face.
Those alabaster pixie like features giving her a porcelin doll appearance within the dim lighting of the tavern. Knee high stiletto boots gave height to the childlike stature and hid the pale flesh of her legs.
Bidding the keeper a good night before she turned to the sparse room. Knowing a few lonely souls in need of a good stout drink would trickle in eventually. Picking up a tray and bartowel, heading to the table in front of the old stoned hearth. Gathering up the stray steins and mugs onto the tray before bending halfway over the table, her back to the entrance as she began to clean its wooden surface. Knowing the bell that hung over the door would alert her to any who entered.
Dark eyes roamed over the random carvings from years of old drunks and party goers leaving their names or tidings. A faint smile tugged at those smooth velvet lips as she worked the crumbs out of one such amateur artwork. A lone talon like nail tracing the deep groove of some long forgotten blade in the shape of a heart with initials whittled within its circumfrence.
Petite body swaddled in a black pencil skirt that hugged the curve of those slender hips. The form fitting tailored black silken shirt that lay open to give the hint of the red lace bustier beneath. Long ebon lockes hung loose and cascaded down her back. Leaving the crimson strip of tress to lay across one shoulder and shadow half of her face.
Those alabaster pixie like features giving her a porcelin doll appearance within the dim lighting of the tavern. Knee high stiletto boots gave height to the childlike stature and hid the pale flesh of her legs.
Bidding the keeper a good night before she turned to the sparse room. Knowing a few lonely souls in need of a good stout drink would trickle in eventually. Picking up a tray and bartowel, heading to the table in front of the old stoned hearth. Gathering up the stray steins and mugs onto the tray before bending halfway over the table, her back to the entrance as she began to clean its wooden surface. Knowing the bell that hung over the door would alert her to any who entered.
Dark eyes roamed over the random carvings from years of old drunks and party goers leaving their names or tidings. A faint smile tugged at those smooth velvet lips as she worked the crumbs out of one such amateur artwork. A lone talon like nail tracing the deep groove of some long forgotten blade in the shape of a heart with initials whittled within its circumfrence.