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

Things were beginning to take a very different spin of direction she doubted she was ready for it. She hadn't the slightest clue as to why this woman would have found her here out of all places and she felt a little embarrassed that she had. It was difficult for her to maintain her sense of control given the unseen situation unfolding around her but she'd always try to make the best impression. She felt smug and accomplished even but still rather uncomfortable around her mystery stalker, if she could call her that. In the even that she was given the ability to impression someone she thought to be important in society she'd naturally take up the offer in an instance despite asking herself the deeper meaning of everything. She felt flattered but did well to hide it around the stranger, seeing as she had been given a vibe that this woman was no push-over. Clarissa had always made swift first impressions of people and was quite good at reading people based on personality, wardrobe and morals, it helped her keep track of who it was easy to manipulate in the end and who she should better stay away from. After addressing the woman in front of her she'd try to pay little mind to her, trying to give the impression that she important and impatient around total strangers. She couldn't look flawed otherwise people would be able to see right through her and she knew better then that. She was naturally a good liar and even better actor, which was something she had taken up back in her schooling days. A single hand would wrap around the neck of the fancy wine glass in front of her as her expression twisted into one of little regard, her cheeks flushing up a bit as her attitude seemed to relax into serious engagement. Her eyes wandered from the woman to the glass as she'd slowly take a sip, wondering what she might be asked next and how she'd go about taking credit for that too. It wasn't until she felt an odd poke beneath the table that her expression abandoned that of its former posh appeal and would drop into one of utter shock. She felt something press into her crotch for a moment as she heard the woman speak quietly to her. She could only slowly turn her head back to the stranger from across the table with a look of terrified bafflement. Maybe she shouldn't have taken credit for the whole Broadway thing? Maybe this woman had some sort of vendetta with another woman who she thought out to be herself. Now she was immediately concerned and terrified for her well being. She could only swallow slowly as she'd shiver a bit from the chill of her situation and the night air swirling about her and making her feel even more vulnerable. She honestly didn't know what to do and she didn't have any idea of how to go about doing it. Part of her wanted to play along another thought that was absolutely unacceptable and she'd be crazy for letting an armed woman walk her out of this place with a gun pressed up against her. She thought about it for a moment as she'd do well to control the volume of her terrified gasp. Slowly she'd get up as she was told and watch the woman throw a tab on the table. Her pretty little legs shook a bit in fear as she'd sort of waddle to her feet and try to walk normal in her expensive heels. Slowly she'd walk as commanded towards the mysterious big black car as her eyes frantically scampered about her surroundings and at the other people eating nearby, as she looked for a second option. She did well not to make a peep the entire time, although the fact that she was biting so tightly into her own glossy pink lips is what kept her from screaming her head off for own life..