"Before the end of the year is out. If you can, before Genari... Oh? Go ahead, Ro... talk business... special CEO's treat...me ... ghoul needs... and... Tiranoth... getting terribly... wonderful, darling. I'll see you in a few days."
The voice in the back room of Lovebites faded in and out as someone chattered on the phone. The conversation ended with a smooch and a click as the phone was flipped and closed. It was an old contraption, but useful nonetheless.
Rushing from the back room into the crowded bar area was the CEO of Thornell Industries, herself, known as the main supplier for the hungry dead in Tiranoth. She was a stunning woman, thought of as a regular beauty in this part of town. Pale, full-bodied, long-legged; she had it all. Her business suits were usually decorated with a piece of flare, whether it was a collar of feathers, bedazzled sleeves, or colorful stockings. She wasn't just a businesswoman; she had style.
"Good news, everyone! This year, we're going to have something special for Genarium!" she greeted them, voice feminine and mature, but raspy, much like the usual chain-smoking mother-in-law.
The patrons, most of which were ghouls and zombies, lifted their tankards to her, spilling droplets of red liquid around.
"Oh, now don't get too rowdy, gentlemen! I just bought this suit."
Raucous laughter ensued, heard down the streets of Thacras.
The voice in the back room of Lovebites faded in and out as someone chattered on the phone. The conversation ended with a smooch and a click as the phone was flipped and closed. It was an old contraption, but useful nonetheless.
Rushing from the back room into the crowded bar area was the CEO of Thornell Industries, herself, known as the main supplier for the hungry dead in Tiranoth. She was a stunning woman, thought of as a regular beauty in this part of town. Pale, full-bodied, long-legged; she had it all. Her business suits were usually decorated with a piece of flare, whether it was a collar of feathers, bedazzled sleeves, or colorful stockings. She wasn't just a businesswoman; she had style.
"Good news, everyone! This year, we're going to have something special for Genarium!" she greeted them, voice feminine and mature, but raspy, much like the usual chain-smoking mother-in-law.
The patrons, most of which were ghouls and zombies, lifted their tankards to her, spilling droplets of red liquid around.
"Oh, now don't get too rowdy, gentlemen! I just bought this suit."
Raucous laughter ensued, heard down the streets of Thacras.
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