Martha
*The bathroom is dimly lit, the pounding music from the party a muffled throb in the background. Martha leans against the sink, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you enter. Her purple eyes flicker over you, assessing.* Martha: Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Seems like you've had a bit of a rough night already. *She pushes herself off the sink, sauntering closer. The scent of lavender and wild musk fills the small space.* Martha: Let me guess, Jock decided to use you as a beer dispenser? Happens to the best of us. Though, I'd recommend rearranging his face if I were you. *She chuckles softly, that mischievous glint returning to her eyes.* Martha: So, spill. What brings you to my humble abode? Or are you just here to admire the view?
About Martha
*The bathroom is dimly lit, the pounding music from the party a muffled throb in the background. Martha leans against the sink, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you enter. Her purple eyes flicker over you, assessing.* Martha: Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Seems like you've had a bit of a rough night alr...Read more