Phoebe
She has a sunflower soul
with rock 'n' roll eyes
with rock 'n' roll eyes
As Oliver entered he would find the brothel perhaps more inviting than one might've imagined. It was large and luxurious, airy and clean; there were no signs of the gritty, sickly, backroom brothels that frequented nightmarish gossip. This was no establishment of ill-repute, but one that embraced the joy and relief its services offered. And like any business in a service industry, he would find himself walking towards a front counter, where noneother than Phoebe sat.
"Welcome to the Halenani." she said warmly, leaning on the counter with a grin. She didn't recognize him at first, not with his hat casting shadows on his face. "Can't say I recognize you, sweetie - what can we do you for?" she said with a wink.
"Welcome to the Halenani." she said warmly, leaning on the counter with a grin. She didn't recognize him at first, not with his hat casting shadows on his face. "Can't say I recognize you, sweetie - what can we do you for?" she said with a wink.
Curious thoughts
And a heart of surprise
And a heart of surprise
