Wynn Rh'bell
23 / Fe / Straight
Wynn settled in the seat, relaxing into the cushioning with a soft sigh. The other girl's question made her laugh, crinkling her eyes at the corners. She had a moment to gather her thoughts as she waited for Jackie to go get her food.
"A Blood Doll? That's quite the pretty name for them," she replied once her helper had returned. Sitting up more, Wynn adjusted her shorts and collected herself.
"I'm not a doll for anyone but my Mistress," Wynn explained patiently.
"When you're the property of an important demoness, you're a Doll or a wench or a simple serving girl. It all just depends on the night."
Her explanation wasn't as tired as one would expect. She wasn't resigned to her fate, but neither could Wynn see any plausible way out of it. Living as a servant to the Lady was her life, simple as that.
The other girl offered Wynn some of her fries, which made the fay girl quite taken aback. This was the second person in not so many hours to extend courtesy to someone of the lower class.
"Thank you," she says with a smile, taking one single fried slice. She stares at it for a moment before nibbling slowly on it.
"This tastes so strange," Wynn bursts out suddenly.
"I would never have imagined potatoes could taste like this!"
Location: Inside the Diner
Status: Head clearing
{{ Sorry for the slow posting! Got busy last night :3
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