Thread: Fatal Circumstances [Sanoci + LoveStand]

Alison perked up when she received an answer soon enough, not from the reception desk but by a gentleman behind her. She turned to face him, not wanting to let a stranger around a rural town get the jump on her. However, she wasn't ashamed by her appearance or how she was practically barred to others in public, it was more of a matter of consent that still mattered to her. The rain and the night didn't seem to provide the best atmosphere around here, though the buzzing florescent lights did at least provide enough illumination so that stranger wasn't cast entirely in darkness, despite his husky voice seemed to fit very well with the darkness. She took in his appearance, noting the old-fashioned outfit he wore that certainly marked him to be like the locals than the trendy residents of the city. While she expected residents of the towns and villages to be ugly and haggard, she could admit that he could consider this strange to be the exception around here, not that she saw many of the locals around here to properly gauge how they truly looked around here. The looks of the building weren't entirely encouraging, looking dark and seedy. Seeing as he got to see her from behind, he might have seen a hint of a metal buttplug she wore between those lovely rear cheeks as a mundane fashion accessory, the bottom was based with a pink coloured gem. Nevertheless, she mustered a small smile at the stranger and gave him a few nods. Hah, as you can see, I'm not exactly a local around here. However, I won't argue that I'm perhaps easy around the eyes on a night like this. And perhaps even from the rest of the scum living around here. She thought to herself. In the city, she wasn't the prettiest girl around, as the standards there were high. However, she was still pretty and perhaps almost a goddess compared to those who were less developed and not blessed with a good plastic surgeon. Sure, her voluptuous form and generous bosom weren't natural, but that was the way of the society and she flaunted it with her dress. She gave a small wave of her hand to brush off the scents of smokes and cigarettes that seemed to be tied around here. Smoking was perhaps still common in the world, thought the city residents took to vaping rather than drawing from a traditional cigarette. It's not like I'm a hurry around here. I just need a place to stay for a night and to recharge my car so I can be on my way. My car is way too cramp for sleeping, so I decided to take my chances around here. Go figure, huh? She gave him a small shrug with an added stressed giggle, perhaps to give some humour to her situation. A part of her was sure that he didn't need to know her life story, but the pitter-patter of rain and the silence was more chilly than comfortable to her, so she liked to talk whenever she can. It was a way to keep her mind off and not wonder whether or not this person was a yokel or a hillbilly. Nevertheless, she took a chance and further introduced herself to the stranger before any sort of awkward silence could set in. She approached him and extended her slender hand in greeting, manitured with teal painted nails that was adorned with tiny designs of stars and seashells. The plastic material of her outfit rubbed against each other with a slight squeak, her wet coat pressing on her body and her pierced nipples, which unintentionally might give some idea of how her body might look when pressed against a glass window. So...you're from around here then? My name is Alison Austen, I'm from New Detroit. Who might you be?