An albino-skinned petite with a golden buzzcut lays down on a round, pink, velvet sofa in a nightclub balcony, and shuts her eyes, nearly passing out from a panic attack. She's on her back with her knees raised.
She's wearing silk, cargo joggers of black with a couple of long dragons entwined up her right leg. One gold. One red. Under a red tabard with golden desighnery akin to Bhutanese architecture. Her footwear is red, hidden wedge booties. And, her purse is black with the same dragons as the pants, this time curled up together, sleeping peacefully. She's also got on red glasses.
There's hot breathing onto her face, so she opens her eyes to Azazel bent over her head from his sitting position next to her, looking down at her. He's an inch short of a foot bigger than her. He can smell her sage and sandalwood Every Man Jack all over wash, and cologne very clearly.
Azazel: "What's your name?"
She answers quietly, in soprano, "Jeannette Blanchard."
Azazel: "Show me your I.D."
Jeannette complies, getting it out of her purse, and handing it to him.
Azazel looks it over, his eyes quickly drawn to that it's sticker edges next to the edges of the plastic card. He finds a quarter in his pocket, and starts scraping at a short end sticker edge, eventually getting it peelable. He peels the sticker off, revealing a blank, white card of which he looks over both sides.
After pocketing both the card, and the removed sticker with the quarter, Azazel takes ahold of her right hand in his own hands, then teleports them away.
Post Time: 8:30 AM - 10/7/2021
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