Noir
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She gave a little giggle as she watched him leave. He came off as arrogant, and bad news. Maybe this is what made her go upstairs to her apartment and get ready? She couldn't help but be a bit excited. There was a rather creepy looking stuffed fox sitting in the corner, a pool of dark magic swirling about it. As Noir walked in and threw off her bikini, it raised it's head. "Well where are you off to?" It had a Russian accent... strange. "Off to get some food, with this guy." She explained quickly, throwing on some underware. The fox huffed. "Let me guess; He's dark, dangerous, and dashingly handsome?" Noir giggled as she threw on a black high waisted skirt, with a belt. "Basicly." She commented. "Picking me up at nine. Help me get ready!" The fox huffed again, his button eyes unblinking. Im a stuffed animal, Noir. What do I know about fashion." With that, he fell quiet, and Noir was left to find a small cropped white lace top and some black heels. Her long blonde hair was left messy and unbrushed, and her tattoos were clearly visible. Some red lipstick, and she was done. She sat down on her windowsill, leaning out over the edge as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a small bit of magic.


