sleep-over party fun time

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead Phoebe sat at the front of the brothel as usual. The whole place was lit up with candles to stave off the darkness of LongNight. It was strange still, being able to relax during this time, to not worry everytime a floorboard creaked. The bioluminescent organisms lighting up the sea, the parties on the beach, the regular activity still occurring in the brothel - it was all very strange but so very appreciated. For all the dangers of Torchline, they held nothing to the horrors experienced in Hollowed Grounds during LongNight. But it wasn't a floorboard creaking that alerted her to someone approaching from behind while she read. Green eyes glowing bright in the candlelight, Branbast spotted Oliver well before he reached the Madame, his fluffy tail flicking with mild interest. "Hello." the cat purred, causing Phoebe to turn and look herself. "Oh, hello Oliver. Finally decided to come out of hiding?" she said with a smirk.