An opportunity for midnight to make fun of mystery? You better believe she was going to swipe it up thirstily as pure souls at the epicenter of the devil's red hot poker table. The shadow maiden sauntered over to him the way a witch does confident of magic and bone casting, dispatching a smile and a perching her hand on the hew of her pink carnation hip. The waitressing outfit made all this the merrier; her being so grim, yet wearing an innocent color so nicely.
"Sure I do." said she, slenderizing her dark gaze. The smile pressed at the side of her mouth. "Reading about all the things other people do in their beds, since nothing happens in yours."