Angel of Sin

Grant left while Angel napped and when she woke she was disappointed that things seemed to be very mismatched for her lately.

So when life fucks you over too much you color your hair. Angel slipped into the bathroom and started mixing her kit. She knew that she was a least going to give someone a surprise with the stunning shade of burgundy with the faded hints of baby blue.

Angel spent over an hour working with her hair getting the roots to match her lines so that she would look rather intriguing rather then alarming or uncouth. It was her patience that paid off the most as she rinsed off the excess and worked the conditioner into the roots.

Diligence was her best friend as she watched the clock and worked her make-up. Another twenty minutes drying out her hair and braiding the colors to reveal a defined mix without overall crashing. Slowly Angel slipped into the black dress and slipped the silken hose over her legs with the grace of a masseuse.

Angel could hear a clock chime in the hallway and decided to wander out to find where anyone else might be harboring themselves. Along with the underling hope to find some food, her belly felt like it was working into gigantic double hitch knots.
 
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