The Worlds Worst Accident
Tapping one finely manicured fingernail against her lip, Amareti wondered about what to do. Zachiel had been fun for awhile, but she needed a new source of excitement. Now that she was away from him, perhaps she could find someone of more interest. Pink lips lifting in a smile, her blue eyes sparkled as she began to plot and scheme. What she had gotten from Zachiel wasn't exactly what she had planned, but it was interesting nonetheless. If she ever came across him again, she might ask for it again.
Pristine white fur glistened as Amareti brushed her long blonde hair. Tail flicking back and forth as she sat on the cushioned stool that sat in front of her vanity. Luxurious furniture decorated the room, with silks and expensive cloths covering the bed. Everything about the room screamed luxury and fortune and Amareti loved it. Her master bedroom was her pride and joy, the accumulation of her life's work. She had stolen here and there to pay for all her goods, never once getting caught. The rest of the home was well furnished, but not nearly as luxurious as the master bedroom.
Setting her brush down as she finished brushing her hair, Amareti stood and brushed herself off. It was time to find a new playmate. Grinning, she slipped on a revealing dress and then went to the door. Locking it behind her, she joined the throng of people walking down the sidewalk. Never once looking around, she grinned on the inside at all the people staring at her. It was only natural they do so, she was perfect after all.
((I hope I didn't scare you off with this, she was very talkative today))