*She giggled lightly to herself, sitting there at the cold yet.. oddly comforting foam-topped barstool, which creaked to her every movement. Her body residing, resting against the edge of the bartop, its little gatherings of dust and grease smudges rubbing up upon her arms. She stared down into the glass of strawberry milk before her- a few stray drops of the sweet liquid laying about the countertop- her fingers swimming in the fuscia fluid. She grinned.* You wish to know of me, stranger? *She sighed out..* Guess it couldn't hurt.. i like friends. Maybe we could be friends.. *She lowered her head and giggled in an odd, abandoned type of way.* Mommy and Daddy were weird to me. Mommy was a strange lady, with lots and lots of friends. *Her mother was a succubus, and quite the slut to boot.* Daddy was never there.. he wasn't my friend. He did lots of bad things, Daddy. He got mommy to go bye-bye. *She whimpered in the soft-heart wrenching way. Her father was an assassin of sorts- and messed with the wrong crowd, and owed his employer alot. He was killed- rather brutally with a rusty piece of metal. Her mother was killed for his payment, and she was thrown into slavery* The chains were cold because of daddy, very cold. But i got out of there, and i was strong. Stronger then daddy could ever be. *She has quite the labido from her mothers blood line, and quite the fighting skills from her father. Shes a street fighter when she needs the money. She seems to have a new home every night though.. she makes alot of "friends". She doesn't believe in relationships. She believes in "Friends" and being "friendly." She grinned a bit, peering slowly up from the endless staring into the murky cup of her beloved strawberry milk.* Daddy wasn't my friend.. but you could be. *She leaned over the bar a bit, vividly sliding her milky fingers to her lips, and painted the plush flesh there in the sweet milk, and soon licking them clean. * Do you want to play? Hehe... you probably think i'm nuts. Nah.. i'm not nuts. I'm crazy sometimes.. and thats when Whiteface comes out.. shes crazy. You don't want to get heeeer mad! *Whiteface is her alter-ego, all her bottled up rage. An actual manifestation of her power. Kitten is quite powerful- dealing with elements of extrodinary lengths- and can do beyond the minds imagination, but Whiteface can do so much more.* I go crazy sometimes.. but all i wanted was friends. All i want to do is play! I like to play with friends who have friends.. thats fun. **warning** (Translation: She likes to have fun with married/taken men. Its her favorite pastime.) *Grinning softly.. allowing a few trickles of the soft milk run down her neck, dancing toward her cleavage line.* Won't you play with me...?
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