Delila Castillon
#OldRedheadsReign
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Anemone Nivalis"] | [member="Tempest"] -- Dahomey , 2200 Hours Local Standard Time
Delila knew her peace couldn't last long enough. Siobhan wouldn't -- or couldn't -- leave her alone for more than five minutes. She had just returned from training troops in the Corporate Sector so it wasn't as if she had just saw the woman. Apparently Sio had also brought friends along on her trip, although the brunette had failed to say who was coming along. Delila could only imagine it was more of Siobahn's friends ; aristocrats who were in a fake club to 'promote literacy'. Literacy of the female body it had seemed. The redhead wasn't as daft as many made her out to be.
Standing outside the entrance to Vanity nightclub, Delila waited patiently for her fellow ladies to arrive. Dressed in a black and white get up that looked like a confused animal, the redhead shifted on her black heels. Rythmic, poppy music echoed on the exterior speakers, giving those who waited a taste of what was going on inside the club.
Since arriving on Dahomey, Delila had been told this was the place to be seen. Normally she didn't care about such things. However, Siobhan and her new identity as a kept woman seemed to be. So she would have to suffer for one night and just deal with it. Delila had enough money to drink herself into a comfortably numb situation and drown out any unpleasantness. Hopefully.
Delila knew her peace couldn't last long enough. Siobhan wouldn't -- or couldn't -- leave her alone for more than five minutes. She had just returned from training troops in the Corporate Sector so it wasn't as if she had just saw the woman. Apparently Sio had also brought friends along on her trip, although the brunette had failed to say who was coming along. Delila could only imagine it was more of Siobahn's friends ; aristocrats who were in a fake club to 'promote literacy'. Literacy of the female body it had seemed. The redhead wasn't as daft as many made her out to be.
Standing outside the entrance to Vanity nightclub, Delila waited patiently for her fellow ladies to arrive. Dressed in a black and white get up that looked like a confused animal, the redhead shifted on her black heels. Rythmic, poppy music echoed on the exterior speakers, giving those who waited a taste of what was going on inside the club.
Since arriving on Dahomey, Delila had been told this was the place to be seen. Normally she didn't care about such things. However, Siobhan and her new identity as a kept woman seemed to be. So she would have to suffer for one night and just deal with it. Delila had enough money to drink herself into a comfortably numb situation and drown out any unpleasantness. Hopefully.