Erin in the lobby, 1am, Sunday morning OTA
Erin was just getting back to Morningstar. She'd gone out to a couple places and decided to call it a night when she found herself alone at the Cellar. As she stood between the front doors, the security desk and the Mocha, debating on just where to go, she tugged her socks back up over her knee to shorten the gap of skin before her skirt started. No, it hadn't been the perfect night for short skirts and high heels, but she'd managed.
Deciding to grab a coffee before heading up, she started to make her way over to the Mocha.