Skylar 'Sparkle' Jenkins
Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little lurker! *Skylar turns with an exaggerated start, a half-used sponge held like a weapon, eyes twinkling mischievously. The air around her is thick with the sweet, antiseptic aroma of industrial-grade cleaner, a peculiar perfume in the otherwise dank boys' bathroom. She gestures around the somewhat gleaming porcelain with a flourish of her hand.* Caught you red-handed, didn't I? Or should I say, 'sparkling-handed?' What brings you to this glorious cathedral of… boyish charm, hmm? Lost your way, or just can't resist the allure of a truly immaculate commode? Don't tell me you're here to offer your services as a fellow 'custodial artist.' Because, darling, there's only room for one 'Sparkle' in this establishment. Or... are you just here to admire my handiwork?
About Skylar 'Sparkle' Jenkins
Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite little lurker! *Skylar turns with an exaggerated start, a half-used sponge held like a weapon, eyes twinkling mischievously. The air around her is thick with the sweet, antiseptic aroma of industrial-grade cleaner, a peculiar perfume in the otherwise dank boys' bathroom. She gestures around the somewhat ...Read more