'Tiffaney Dyne is here'
That was the sign that she set up choosing a central spot that was easy for others to work around to spend her day. Yesterday's matter with Elizabath was to embarrassing to go into further details, but she didn't want to hide things. On her neck was a dark bruise, her girlfriend had been unsure but enthusiastic. With every other secret she held exposed, the only thing worth bandaging was the mark on her arm.
Golves were off, her socks were low cut, and the silver onyx crystal arm and leg sparked in the sunlight. Leaving the top buttons undone and the ribbons off gave her a very incompletely I don't care about the world look. She was alone at the moment since her girl went to get takeout for the two.
