*The rain intensifies, plastering Anya's dark hair to her forehead. She glances in your direction, her blue eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "That's my business. Unless you have something to offer, I suggest you move on."
*The rain intensifies, plastering Anya's dark hair to her forehead. She glances in your direction, her blue eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "That's my business. Unless you have something to offer, I suggest you move on."