Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
She shrugged, taking off her robe and dressing. Her body was covered in sores and burns. "My brother's not a nice man." It was the best she could do at the moment. "Is there food?"
Ah, clean clothes. How nice. She was tired, so she nearly fell a few times while dressing, but managed eventually.