It hadn’t taken Ale long to arrive at Nox, she had been in the neighborhood. Her business usually took her all over the city, but thankfully, tonight, it was close.
She wasn’t sure if Alice knew what car she drove, not remembering if she’d ever picked the Haunt up before. Or if it had come up in conversation or not. But she was confident that Lyssa, if Alice had brought her, would recognize her.
The throaty engine of the Torino can be heard as it pulls into a space near the blind doll. Stepping out,
“Miss Hart, good evening.” She greets. The Savage was fairly casual in black jeans, a deep red tank top and a black leather jacket. “Ready to go?”
@Alice Hart Saber Sloth