Hosting a double-crossing demon witch, Rebecca had grown accustomed to mood swings and ruthlessness, though--to be fair--she wasn't exactly all sweetness and sunshine herself, despite her ability to put on a smile like the lipstick she wore.
Considering that she had asked him out, she was fully prepared to pick up at least her share of the bill. She was already seated, her chair angled just enough to reveal a pencil skirt that terminated slightly above the knee, and long legs crossed beneath the table. Above that, she wore a simple but well fitting top, with her red hair swept partway up to crown the entire look.