"Oh, precious," Saint murmured when she saw Ricky walk in, a slow smile touching her lips. She happened to love the aesthetic of the other girl, though Saint's largest personality flaw was her narcissism. She liked beautiful things, and Ricky qualified despite the strangeness of her tattoos and aesthetic.
"Who are you all dressed down for, hm?" the fae purred, lifting her champagne to sip again, rolling it on her tongue to savor the tart bubbliness of it. Those catlike green eyes studied the pierced girl, a brow inching up slightly. 'Pansexual' only began to touch at Saint's particular orientation, and she wouldn't have turned down a bit of stress relief with the other girl if Ricky seemed receptive. But they were here to work, which meant a client would be coming in at any second.