your words, my mouth / joining

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 600px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 550px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]There was a time in Carmen's life in which she had yearned for the approval of her family and the others in her village. A yearning for validation and love from the old man that time and time again pushed her down. Eventually, she grew tired. Exhausted from work and the beatings, on the brink of death from the stress of it all. A bitterness in her soul was what drew her to the caves of a vampire, falling upon her knees and begging for the strength to overcome. Power was something that came easily now. By any means she would gain control, and any obstacle in her path would be put down. No longer would she kneel before others. She was royalty. She was a god. She was a woman.

Upon sighting Lucky, she decided to give him the benefit of doubt. The jewelry adorning his body certainly caught her eyes and earned a slight liking, but as he drew closer it become obvious he had several feet on her. It was always annoying to be smaller than someone. She turned her chin up higher as he came to stop before her, narrowing her deep maroon eyes. Carmen remained quiet for several moments after he spoke before responding.

"Lucky," She tasted the name on her tongue, before a sly smile graced her features. "Thank you for the tip. Perhaps you could escort me?" Carmen strode forward and aimed to bump him lightly with her hip. She didn't need an escort, nor did she need to be led there, but it was never too early to begin weaseling herself into the relationships of others.