A wince leaves her lips as she gets down her bike. It seems like Brandon has made sure to leave a nasty looking bruise on the skin of her thigh and that sure pains her with each movement she makes. She carefully removes the helmet and covers her mouth with a mask. That way no one would know that she has a busted lip, which is the result of her sarcasm and spite. If only she could zip that pretty smart-ass mouth of hers up sometimes, she won't be having any more busted lips or bruised cheeks. The scene from earlier flashes through her mind; her mother clutching her throat in pain as blood trickles down the sides where Ana's nails got pierced. She looks down at still her bloodied nails that were piercing through her mother's skin as she tried to her strangle her. To say that she is guilty and embarrassed! It is not like she has behaved as such for the first time, but she has never once attacked her mother or anyone in the house. "Hey, Ana!" She whips her head in the direction of the voice calling before tugging at her mask to adjust it well.
"Hello, Miriam." She greets her professionally. The lady nods at her with a small smile.
"You up for the current task?" She asks. Ana scoffs inwardly; as if she has a choice! Nonetheless, she agrees to her politely. "Come, I will fix you." That 'fix you' thing does not sit right in Ana's head, but she can't retort to her possibly. The lady leads her to a small vanity where all the things that a woman might need are there. From makeup to clothes and everything else.
"Listen, Ana." Miriam begins, "this client is really, really important to your dad. Do not fuck it up this time." Ana stays quiet. She knows what Miriam is getting at, but it is not like she is conscious of the other side of herself. It is as if she is possessed by some supernatural thing which takes over at odd times.
Miriam goes to take off her mask when she stops her. "Umm, I will fix myself."
"Can you?" She asks, unsure.
"Of course, you can leave me alone now." Ana says trying her best to sound polite. Miriam leaves while grumbling under her breath.
Ana slowly takes off the mask and stares at herself.
"You can behave like a psychotic bitch who wants to kill everyone, but not when you have a task at hand, you understand?" Brandon's voice rings in her head.
"You are allowed to kill anyone, even my clients but not before we have the deal." He has said.
"Oh, how nice of you, Brandon!" Ana has retorted, sarcasm dripping her tone. That's when she has felt a strong force against her face causing her to whip it backwards. Brandon has punched her square on the face.
"Watch your mouth when you speak to me, little girl."
Ana cleans the wound before proceeding to cover it with makeup. After some ten minutes, she finds herself ready in front of the mirror. With a sky and dark blue shiffon dress on, Ana looks completely different. The dress fits her well around her bust which is perky as hell, and flows down her waist freely up to her ankles. She has paired it with silver strappy heels. Her overall makeup is simple, but her eye makeup is heavy, with silver ans blue glittery eyeshadows amd volumunizing mascara. She is exceptionally good at doing makeup, after all, working for Brandon as a part-time seducer calls for it, right?