WHO: Rose & Jughead WHEN: 3/5, afternoon WHERE: Inside the hotel WHAT: Just being a sneaky Succubus WARNINGS: TBD
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The better part of the morning was spent in her room. She felt more energized, fresh, rejuvenated. Rose assumed it was from the dream walking. It was a weird new ability to have, and Rose had no idea who she stole it from. Rose was unsure that stole was the right word for it because she most certainly did not voluntarily swap with anyone.
Little leathery bat wings sprouted from her head like a pair of horns; they were more manageable than their much larger sister wings on her back. It made exiting and entering rooms very inconvenient.
Somehow, magically, all her clothes were altered to accommodating her newfound wings. And to her relief, Rose was not wearing the same immodest, low-cut, one-piece suit as she did when walking into people’s dreams. She wore what she would normally wear. Skinny jeans, boots, a nondescript shirt, and a loose zip-up hoodie. Beside her wings, there was nothing else that was out of the ordinary (physically speaking).
With slow, but light footsteps, Rose slinked down the corridor. She really had no intention of running into someone, even if it was probably inevitable.
Going outside felt like her best bet to keep to herself because cooping up in her room was tiresome.