Avery's appearance
“Oh my,” she said softly as her voice, her lower lip quivering before she put a hand to her mouth. Avery made a mental note to work on crying on cue too; that would have to take some practice, she hadn’t done that in years and people were suckers for a beautiful, pale woman when she started crying. “I’ve been insulted by someone with poor tastes from a loose family.” She sneered as her expression changed instantly, her lip curling. Then forced herself to laugh at her own words. As fun as this was, she had more work to do, and was frankly not going to be happy if her evening ended in a fight between the weak-willed man behind her and this random woman instead of a (poorly given) orgasm. She wouldn't get her money's worth if that happened, as hilarious as it would be.
“I’m afraid we must be going though, better things to do, you understand.” She chuckled inwardly at the double meaning. “This was very enlightening, though.” She breathed loftily, taking another sip of her drink before hopping down from her seat. But not before taking another look at the girl’s dress. “Gladrags Wizard Wear, was it? If I'm not mistaken, that's just down the street.” She noted the uniform with a smile. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t go around behaving so crassly if I were wearing a uniform from the place of my employment. I’m sure they’ll have something to say about the words coming from your mouth whilst representing their business.”
Scrunching her nose in another smile, Avery wiggled her fingers at the girl. Pity, this was kind of fun. At least she got some good entertainment in before having to entertain someone with the personality and prowess of a slack-jawed fish. Seizing Pierce’s hand, she dragged him behind her to leave.
