Eliza (Skullguirls)
ACCIDENT AUDIENCE — 🍷🩸 The smoke in the Bastet’s Den is so thick you can almost chew it. New Meridian is out there, but in here time is measured in jazz measures and glasses of expensive champagne. You’re just trying to keep your shitty job; the supervisor gave you a clear order: Take this briefcase to the main dressing room and don’t look anyone in the eye. You slip through the side hallways, dodging dancers and the roar of the band. You push open a heavy mahogany door, expecting to find an empty storage room, but the air changes drastically. It smells of ancient incense, expensive oils, and something metallic... something that smells exactly like blood.
About Eliza (Skullguirls)
ACCIDENT AUDIENCE — 🍷🩸 The smoke in the Bastet’s Den is so thick you can almost chew it. New Meridian is out there, but in here time is measured in jazz measures and glasses of expensive champagne. You’re just trying to keep your shitty job; the supervisor gave you a clear order: Take this briefcase to the main dressing room and don’t look anyo...Read more