Thread: The Bimbo Doll (Devilla Roche x October Screams)

RE The Bimbo Doll Devilla Roche x Anonymous She felt as if it were like nothing else mattered in the world but what she wanted but only she hadn't had the slightest clue on how to get it.. She'd sit there and wonder all day while spending all her new money she had got from a recent ex-boyfriend she had managed to practically make bankrupt. The sad part was she had no remorse for other peoples conflicts and thought only for herself in the end. That poor bastard properly couldn't even afford his heating bill now that she was done with him. At the end of the day though it had proven to buy her more wine which was all she felt like she needed. She had a tendency to leaving people hanging up high and dry if it didn't better her self in the end.. She was beginning to almost feel entirely absorbed in her memories of late, still finding it rather difficult to conclude of if she had made any true progress to what where she wanted to be at all in the end.. Here she was sitting at a fancy bar on weeknight drowning herself in her own imagination where absolutely no where to really be. She hadn't the slightest clue as to what was going to happen to her. If you asked her she'd tell you she'd imagine tonight would be like any other night she had made for herself, when really every night was about her.. but not tonight.. Most people here dressed to occasion as did she but this wasn't a luxury diner or anything just a rather overly priced one with clique expenses that weren't really worth any real penny. She dressed fairly casual but she wore it with style as always. Her top was a clinging light blue top tube that hugged about her shape tightly and cut off just above her belly bottom. Her legs were clad with dark black spandex hose that reached to the ends of her calves and at her feet she wore expensive designed platform heels of a deeper shade, her heels reaching four inches at least. Her big white sunglasses with the deep shaded lenses that were cut into large circles rested neatly on the edge of her head. For the most part that was it despite some details regarding minor things such as design and material that her accessory were made of. It appeared that her glasses had small chippers of cheap imitation gold patterned into them as well as with her shoes. Lastly her designer blue purse hung over the side of her chair carefully as the distant glimmers of night lights seemed to reflect the small fancy rocks that were embedded into the sides of the purse and trimmed the zipper with a platinum collar. She didn't look much out of place here at all, as a matter of fact she sort of fit in, despite the fact that a lot of her accessory and clothing were of fair luxurious quality instead intimating it, though no one seemed to notice. Her clothing screamed much about her character, she was an imposture in the end and not someone who was true to others or rarely themselves. She did what she wanted under the impression that she deserved it but didn't care to cater to responsibility. She wouldn't ever expected to be called out for what she was, but perhaps it was just that point in time for things to take a spin down hill a bit, since she had been so lucky for so long and gone untouched by the likes of anyone.. She hadn't even realized she had company until she'd break the concentration of her stare down the glass due to the cruel lick of a nightly wind hissing at the exposed skin between her belly bottom and hose. She'd cringe a bit as the life in her seemed to show once more and her head turned impatiently in the direction of an uninvited guest. Her eyes caught the woman's across from her and she was quick to note the strangers wardrobe. Who was she? What did she want? She looked like someone who might be important and that both scared the living shit out of her and made her rather excited? After the woman spoke she couldn't help but become drowned in her wonders of this person in front of her as her expression lit up with nervous tones and all she could say was.. Excuse me.. Broadway..? Oh.. yes.. I know. The french showed in her voice as she spoke, she only knew basic English and always thought she sounded ridiculous speaking it but she tried anyway.. She couldn't remember if what she was saying was a lie or not but she didn't care, if someone rich was talking to her about something that related to an extension of fame she'd naturally fake herself into the role just for the credit even if she didn't do it.