"I'm not a very typical witch," she said, her lips going up in a small smirk. It was cheesy to say but that didn't make it any less true. She figured a stint in prison gave her the right to say that.
Alicia sat down on the sofa, trying to pull down the hem of her dress robes. She hadn't realized they would ride up so much when sitting. She wanted to look nice but never cheap. "Whatever you have on hand, wine or vodka on ice. Your place is incredible. A product of your work or did you have some help?"