Few things in the world were worth hoarding, and yet despite this fact Sybil's eyes had laid upon a brand new and fascinating target. The past few decades had brought her into contact with numerous other monsters and fascinating individuals. Yet for some reason this man had caught her eye immediately (perhaps the subtle, almost imperceptible glow reminded her of gold? Who knew, really.) and she wasn't about to lose sight of him. But she was in public, among others, so she couldn't just do what she wanted. She had to be clever.
Slowly, Sybil made her way past other customers and guests, a deliberate sway in her movements without even a hint of nervousness as she walked. Any human would be nervous wearing the heels she was wearing, but she owned them without even a single stumble. The heels were made of metal, and were honestly more like boots with how they stretched up the back of her legs. The fronts were open, but only revealed the bottoms of her thigh-highs. The treat of shown skin was just above, but below the frills of her dress. All white with accents of red, the dress looked like something off of the runway (spoiler: It actually was from the runway) and she wore it with every ounce of style it deserved. She peered at Boxer as she finally approached where he was, tilting her head so the brim of her hat gave her no trouble. Sure she could have worn her hair up, but a hat could make a bolder statement (especially with the red, and black spikes) so it was the obvious choice.
Deciding to keep observing, she turned her full focus to the top shelf. Reaching slightly, she decided upon... Well, coconut oil, there were certainly worse things. But it was just slightly too far back on the shelf. Before she could consider her options, the jar moved much closer to her. Much closer, courtesy of a certain focus of her attentions. Good.
With a smile, she turns to Boxer. "Why, thank you." It's all genuine, not a hint of fake smile or gratitude. The perfect cover to get a better look at him and observe him. His attempt to hide his monster self was ineffective in every way. He couldn't pass for human even from a distance. Good. That alone provided more appeal. Her thoughts kept focused on him, sorting through a number of topics. All while she kept up conversation.
"It would seem today is my lucky day." She pauses, letting the words hang for a few moments before she picks her line of inquiry. "Do you come here often?"
After all, all she has to do is keep him talking and he won't realize he isn't the only monster present.
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Slowly, Sybil made her way past other customers and guests, a deliberate sway in her movements without even a hint of nervousness as she walked. Any human would be nervous wearing the heels she was wearing, but she owned them without even a single stumble. The heels were made of metal, and were honestly more like boots with how they stretched up the back of her legs. The fronts were open, but only revealed the bottoms of her thigh-highs. The treat of shown skin was just above, but below the frills of her dress. All white with accents of red, the dress looked like something off of the runway (spoiler: It actually was from the runway) and she wore it with every ounce of style it deserved. She peered at Boxer as she finally approached where he was, tilting her head so the brim of her hat gave her no trouble. Sure she could have worn her hair up, but a hat could make a bolder statement (especially with the red, and black spikes) so it was the obvious choice.
Deciding to keep observing, she turned her full focus to the top shelf. Reaching slightly, she decided upon... Well, coconut oil, there were certainly worse things. But it was just slightly too far back on the shelf. Before she could consider her options, the jar moved much closer to her. Much closer, courtesy of a certain focus of her attentions. Good.
With a smile, she turns to Boxer. "Why, thank you." It's all genuine, not a hint of fake smile or gratitude. The perfect cover to get a better look at him and observe him. His attempt to hide his monster self was ineffective in every way. He couldn't pass for human even from a distance. Good. That alone provided more appeal. Her thoughts kept focused on him, sorting through a number of topics. All while she kept up conversation.
"It would seem today is my lucky day." She pauses, letting the words hang for a few moments before she picks her line of inquiry. "Do you come here often?"
After all, all she has to do is keep him talking and he won't realize he isn't the only monster present.