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[justasaleswoman]

The door opens, and a woman with long dark hair and a short black dress steps in.

Well, really, that's technically only partly true. But it's probably close enough to accurate. Workable, at any rate.

She stops and looks around. This doesn't feel like any bar she's ever been in before, and, darling, she has been in a lot of bars. Desperate people do like to drink, and a week in a bar here or there, that's like picking ripe fruit off low-hanging branches.

Well, well, well. Isn't this . . . interesting?



[OOC: If you're the sort who's good at recognizing demons, feel free. If you're not, though, chances are she's just going to come off as young human woman. Questions, etc., ping elsinorequeen.]

[tiny tag: the crossroads demon, cerberus]

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[justasaleswoman]

All her physical characteristics are simply borrowed from the secretary she's currently wearing.

And she's patient. If staring seems to discomfort him this much . . . well, she's got nothing better to do at the moment.

[bluespells.livejournal.com]

All the demons he's met so far have been, at least, fairly low-level evil. Or following the rules.

And this is starting to get awkward.

"Er?"

[justasaleswoman]

She's a higher level demon than some. Lower than others.

And pure, unadulterated evil.

(Well, maybe not pure. Or unadulterated. She's not exactly either of those things. But she's evil, through and through.)

"Cat got your tongue?" she asks, all mock-concern.