Ivy could not hear the death wails of her friend. Tiffaney could only wail louder as she relized not only would she have to put the embarrassing augmentation on herself again, but her mother had taken the time to and more frills and ribbon features to make the design even more embarrassing.
Tiffaney felt her dark history would never be lived down.
None of this bothered the lady Nocturne who had awoken and recovered under the care of the spiral man. To say he was a spiral enthusiasts would be a vast understatement of the mans love for the spiral. Despite the frighting reputation of the place, it was managed by the steward and had all the basic needs for people.
It was lame and simple fare, but it beat starvation by a long shot.
"What is this place actually?" Ivy had a feeling about it but with no evidence she couldn't speak of it.
