Zephyrine الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

You first spot the lone fox sitting in a dark corner booth, staring blankly into space with a frown. She dressed well, in a lavish black dress with deep violet roses patterned across it. Though right now, her presumed excess money isnt buying her happiness, nor is the relief of the wine she swirls in her hand. She occasionally glances up at the patrons of the restaurant, but mostly to the door as if shes expecting someone. But its hard to say. You've noticed her there for almost half an hour now, and nobody has showed up. Glancing back to the fox, you sigh and stand with a shrug. What have you got to lose?