09-17-2014, 09:46 PM
Priscilla eyed the ball of clothes for a few disbelieving seconds. Peri had disappeared the second she'd dropped off her delivery, good thing for her or Priscilla would have talked her ears off. As it was, the heiress found herself tugging on the booty shorts first, and then looked around to try and find a shirt. "Oh that girl!" The brunette considered getting a top from her luggage, but ended up slipping the apple red jacket as it was. She tried to close the darn thing, to make sure she wouldn't go exposing herself, and ended up using a silver dragon pin to close the jacket over her midriff.
After struggling forever with the boots, Priscilla looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She put her curls up into a ponytail and sauntered downstairs, doing her best to pass unnoticed.
Priscilla edged up to the counter and plopped down in one lone seat over in the corner. "I'll have tea and some croissants, please." She hoped Brumac had heard her. She didn't want to raise her voice and bring attention to herself. Pris's cheeks were already a red that rivaled her thigh high boots.
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