Mermaid Kisses;

Maris Eleanor Thompson. Siren at Crown and Country "I am a creature of the Fey Prepare to give your soul away My spell is passion and it is art My song can bind a human heart And if you chance to know my face My hold shall be your last embrace.” ♛

[hera-shecomes]

Drizella muttered under her breath as she walked from the brightly lit restaurant she had spent the last hour or so in. The tight silence shared between two sisters as they both consciously picked at their food while their mother attempted to engage them was enough to send the eldest sister running. Heels echoing off the sidewalk, ‘Zella fished out a battered packet of cigarettes, a bad habit that even at the age of thirty, she felt fearful of her mother ever finding out. That was the problem with being the favourite, the fear of being the sudden disappointment is too great. Lighting the end, Drizella took a grateful drag, inhaling the thick cloying smoke, feeling it fill her lungs.

Usually, the brunette could handle dinner with her somewhat dysfunctional family. After all, it was usually comprised of Drizella being praised and her mother’s constant demand of more drinks. But not tonight. Tonight, Drizella had to listen to her mother’s surprised comments on Anastasia’s new man, see her sister’s smugness at finally being able to trump ‘Zella. Walking at a bisque pace towards the town’s nearest bar, Drizella didn’t notice the other form coming her way until her shoulder collided with theirs.

“Watch it, asshole.” She snapped, her foul mood already darkening. 

[maristhompsons]

It was late; Maris was walking back to the loft with her heels in hand and a grin on her face. She wasn’t sure why she was in such a good mood but the redhead wasn’t going to question it. She’d felt like she had been in a fog for the past week and a half and was glad to finally feel like herself again. Her good mood had paid off in more ways than one tonight so Maris was going home to celebrate her now-bursting wallet with an online shopping spree. She couldn’t wait to brag about her next paycheck and rub it in Adrianne’s face. She giggled to herself before wincing in pain as someone stepped on her bare feet. "Ow! What the hell?” She whined, pulling her knee in to rub her poor foot. Her good mood quickly soured; a tall brunette had bumped into her at full full force, knocking the stilettos right out of her hands. Seriously??

“Excuse you, you’re the klutz who ran into me,” Maris replied, eyes flashing with annoyance as smoke billowed into her face. “And smoking isn’t cute, darlin’. It’ll give you wrinkles... well... more of them,” Maris giggled as she bent down to pick up her shoes.

[maristhompsons]

Our Honey-Sweet Song | Maris & Genevieve

[nxctiuagus-deactivated20190423]

Genevieve was completely and utterly p i s s e d. 

There was no other word that fit better. Not only were she, Maris, and Adrianne not mermaids anymore ( which was more than enough cause for panic on its own ), they were not at their beautiful home of Mermaid Lagoon, and once more, they were stuck in this random fucking town, without any clue as to how they got here, or why. 

There were memories of her past – as a gorgeous and carefree mermaid, splashing and primping, laughing with her sister; greeting Peter and Tinkerbell with glee and excitement as they came to visit; fear at seeing that ship come in close with that fucking devil – Captain Hook – at the wheel. It all swirled and churned inside her head in dizzying repeat. But that wasn’t all – there were memories from this place, Mythos Pines, as well. She, Maris, and Adri all worked together at the Crown and Country for Padriac, and…she had a mother? She slept with pathetic, despicable humans? For money? What in the world was going on? 

Luckily, she, Maris, and Adrianne lived together, and were close, as they always had been. They really ( until they managed to find Peter and Tink, too ) were the only two people she could trust, without a single, solitary doubt. Though she had her Mythos Pines memories, that meant little to her. Those weren’t her. Those weren’t who she was. They didn’t matter. 

Genevieve had been searching for any sign of Peter or Tinkerbell throughout the town, hoping that she would be able to see their familiar faces. Because, as the young mer – woman? was apt to do, she immediately began to piece bits of the information that had already been given to her, to come to some or of conclusion that would be helpful. If she, Maris, and Adrianne were here, Peter and Tink had to be, too, right? Which also meant that Hook was here, too, along with his band of morons. It turned her stomach to so think about, let alone possibly face. They needed Peter. They needed some type of familiarity and security in all the fear and confusion enshrouding them, especially since she and her sisters were no longer mermaids –they were no longer able to protect themselves, or swim away to safety. 

That was when Maris texted her, and told her to come over to the Jolly Roger for a break and unwind from everything. The offer was far too tempting for her to deny. But when the brunette ( seriously, what had happened to her blonde hair, anyway? ) arrived through the old bar’s doors, she froze – the sight before her nearly making her see red. Maris was being practically salivated over by a face she recognized instantly, and detested in the same measure – both from her memories as a mermaid, and as a human. He was a member of Hook’s crew, and one of the regulars at the Crown and Country. He was a fucking sleaze then, and clearly, nothing had changed now.

The sight of the piggish mortal’s hands traveling up Maris’ leg filled her with a rage to a point of no return. That was i t. 

Taking in a deep breath to pull herself together the best she could, she pulled a blessedly familiar, seductive smile on her face, and sauntered over toward her friend and her incredibly unwelcome addition. “Well, well, well,” she chanted softly, her voice lilting with silken and dangerous undertones, “what do we have here, Maris?” 

[maristhompsons]

Maris grinned up at her friend, eyes filled with mischief at the familiar tone of Genevieve’s voice. Briefly, the bar slipped away and Maris was back in Neverland, circling Hook’s ship from down below with her sisters. Their magnificent tails flashing in the bright rays the moon cast through the water. Their eyes glowing purple with the surge of their new powers. Their craving for blood had been insatiable. To humans, they were beautiful in the most frightening ways imaginable. They had been such fierce creatures back then and now, though their bodies were weak, Maris felt that familiar buzz for excitement run through her veins once more. Gen was definitely thinking along the same lines as the redhead: it had been far too long since they had dragged an unknowing sailor to a watery grave.

And before them would be their most willing participant yet.

“Gen,” Maris purred, reaching out to grasp Genevieve’s hand and give it a tight squeeze. “You remember our dear friend, Derrick from the club, don’t you?” She turned her head back towards the oaf and gave him a dazzling smile. He grinned back at her, too stupid, too full of lust, to notice that the thirst in the siren’s eyes was only for his blood. Even without the moon, Maris and Genevieve were still the most dangerous creatures in all of Mythos Pines thanks to Padraic’s teachings. In this realm, their bodies would be their weapons.

“Say, why don’t we order another round of drinks! It’ll be tons of fun, won’t it Derrick?” Maris suggested, batting her eyelashes and leaning in towards the human so he could get a full view of her cleavage. Immediately, his eyes were glued to her plunging neckline, his mouth hanging open slightly, and Maris resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Men were too easy... “I’ll take that as a yes! Barkeep!” Maris hollered, motioning for Gen to sit on the other side of the oaf. “Three beers please!”

[maristhompsons]

Unfamiliar Waters | Open

[tasteslikecinnameg]

It was crazy; but it had a possibility of working so Meg was going to try it.  Meg sat at the edge of the dock looking at her reflection in the water while internally she went over the pros and cons of what she was about to do. Pro: She’d be home in her kingdom again. Con: She’d never get to bask in the light of day like she was now.  Pro: She’d know who she was. Con: She’d know who she wasn’t. 

During her time in the Underworld she heard that bodies of waters (mostly smaller bodies like lakes and rivers) could be used as portals to the Underworld. All anyone had to do was drop some blood into the water and so long as they were tied to the Underworld, whether they belonged in the River Styx or they inhabited the damp and clammy palace, Charon would come on his boat and take them to where they belonged. 

Taking the broach off of her shirt she pricked her finger on the sharp needle like rod. She hoped that this would be enough to satisfy whatever it was that opened the portal for Charon. She lowered her finger closer to the water to let the ruby substance drip into the lake. Now came the waiting. She took a cloth to hold against her finger to stop it from bleeding any further and looked out to the lake for any sign of Charon.  Minutes later she saw bubbles form and ripple the body of water. Not too soon after a figure started to float up and splashed around. Had it worked? Would she be going home?

Of course not. That was too easy. 

She sighed as she looked at the woman who had come up from the water. The woman’s snapping words forced a scoff to come from Meg’s lips. “That would imply that I wanted to look at you.” She retorted without thinking. “And you are not the sight I was hoping to see.” 

[maristhompsons]

The scowl on Maris’ face deepened; of all the people who had to be on the dock, it just had to be the viper. If she wasn’t so superstitious, Maris would wonder just how the day could get any worse. Maris rolled her eyes at Meg’s words; she knew she was a sight to behold, even if she wasn’t a tall, leggy French woman like the brunette before her.

“Well there’s nothing else here but the fish, so whatever you’re looking for, it’s not here. So leave,” Maris’ feet moved automatically in a flipping motion, just like her tail used to whenever Maris was upset. She glanced down sadly at her toes before looking back up at the brunette, suddenly curious. If Maris remembered who she was, then who was Meg? Please, Elune, don’t let this woman be one of my sisters... Maris silently prayed before moving tentatively closer towards the dock. “Why... why are you here anyways?”

[maristhompsons]

Unfamiliar Waters | Open

[truelovenfairytales]

“Jacquimo!” Lottie called as she searched for her closest friend. Well, there was also Tiana but Lottie wasn’t really positive that Tiana would remember them being all that close.  Lottie just needed someone to talk to so she could gush about all of the wonderful things that she now remembered. Out of all the other people in this town, he was the one person who Lottie knew would be happy for her. Lottie and him had a lot in common when it came to things that they believed. No matter how impossible others believed them to be. 

She heard some splashing around coming from the lake.  Jacquimo liked to swim, even in cold weather. Maybe that was him? A sigh escaped the blonde as she  realized from the pale glow in the water that it couldn’t possibly be him. The figure came up to the surface, Lottie squinted as she tried to identify whoever it was. Having soggy hair did make it a little more difficult. But when she was snapped at, she took a step back. “Oh, sorry darlin’, I was just looking for my friend. I thought I might find him here, but I guess  I was wrong.” 

[maristhompsons]

Hearing the familiar Southern accent, Maris heaved a sigh of relief. It was just Lottie; sweet, familiar, safe, Lottie. “Gods, I’m so sorry Lottie! I didn’t realize it was you!” Maris called before diving back underneath the water. A moment later, she poked her head out of the water, considerably closer to the docks. Even without her beloved tail, Maris was still fast if she concentrated. Still, it was quite the struggle and thus she was breathing heavily. She really needed to start going to the gym again. “Who are you looking for? Jaq?” She asked breathlessly, brushing her wet curls out of her face. “If so, I think I’m the only one out here. I did see someone heading deeper into the woods when I was on the trail earlier but I think it was just one of the creeper Bjorgman brothers.”

[maristhompsons]

Unfamiliar Waters | Open

[napoleonicmastermind-blog]

Padraic watched her pale body sink beneath the dark waters as she swam towards him, noting the blush in her cheeks the closer she got. He sighed, shaking his head slightly. As a rat, he’d seen much worse things than a nude human female, and that part of him cared little about what she was and wasn’t wearing at the moment. The human part, however, tried not to let his gaze linger on her too much as he forced himself to stare down at the dock while speaking to the young woman. “It’s fine. I suspect a lot of us in town are in that position at the moment.” What he did notice, however, was the curious lack of an accent in the red-head. But that was something he could ask about later if need be. “I asked Adrianne where you were. I felt it was probably wise to gather up my employees and…I don’t know…discuss the situation and what we are to do about all of this.”

After a few moments, the man finally raised his gaze and placed a hand on his hip while the other gestured towards the water. “And what…what are you doing out in the middle of this lake, might I ask?”

[maristhompsons]

Maris nodded, relieved Adrianne hadn’t told him. She adored Padraic; he was like a father to her but things were so unstable right now she didn’t know who she could really trust other than the girls. Until she found Peter, Maris had to be careful. Peter would know what to do; he would keep them safe just as he had in the past. “Ah, okay. That makes sense... Um... turn around? I’ll grab my clothes.”

Maris climbed out of the water with minor difficulty, wishing she had the heart to laugh at the situation. Only a few weeks ago she had sat here with Eric, teasing him with frostbite just for a giggle. How could things have changed so dramatically this quickly? She heaved a heavy sigh, pulling on her underwear and pants. As she pulled her sweater over her head, she froze at the question. What should she say? She wanted to tell him the truth but the thought that Hook might be stuck in this town with them had her too terrified to trust her own shadow. "Oh... um... seeing what those crazies in New York find so special about swimming in ice cold water?” Smooth.

[maristhompsons]

Our Honey-Sweet Song | Maris & Genevieve

@thatsirensmile

Move your hand up any higher and I swear to the gods I will rip it off and feed it to Adrianne when I get home... Maris gave the man a strained smile as he drew lazy circles on her thigh with his finger. The lifting of the spell had clearly only given the man more confidence to do as he pleased. He was a regular at Crown and Countr though he ended up having his drink spiked with sleeping pills by Finn most nights to ensure the safety of the girls. He was handsy, he was an alcoholic, and he was a slob. Maris loathed the nights he decided he wanted Maris to keep him company. She had never understood why Padraic kept him on as a patron but she guessed it didn’t matter where the money came from so long as it ended up in the safe.

Maris hadn’t been expecting to run into him at the Jolly Roger though. The second she had walked in, he had been all over her like a shark drawn to the scent of blood. There was no sign of James or Smee to protect her though that was probably for the best. She couldn’t be sure but Smee had to be none other than the Smee who served that bastard Hook back home. And if Smee was who she believed him to be that would mean James might be... Maris gulped slightly. She didn’t even want to go there right now. The redhead did her best to scoot her chair away from the man but he held down in a pretty tight grip. “Come now, darling. We’re having fun, aren’t we?” He asked her, a dangerous grin on his face. Maris nodded numbly, glancing up at the entrance behind him.

Please get here soon, Gen, Maris silently pleaded. She had sent her friend a text to meet her at the Jolly Roger after a long day of searching for Peter downtown. She had desperately needed a drink and the bar had been the closest comfort Maris had thought of. Now though, as the bastard’s hand crept further up her leg, Maris was beginning to lose her temper. This whole situation was fucked up. Lives had been destroyed; families had been torn apart. And now, after a long ass day of searching for her family, this human had the gall to sit there and try to cop a feel? Without paying her?

This was the last straw.

Wordlessly, Maris reached down and clawed at the man’s hand causing him to cry out in surprise. She gave him an apologetic yet dazzling smile though her long nails remained dug harshly into his skin. “Be patient, sweetheart,” She giggled, giving him a wink. “We don’t want to have too much fun before my friend shows up do we?” Noting a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye, Maris turned her attentions to Genevieve who was making her way over to them. “Speak of the devil...”

[gamblingtheunderworld]

Target Practice

[gamblingtheunderworld]

Seeing as she was a ways away (and he was blind with rage) it took Hades a second to realize who it was before his gaze narrowed sharply at her. He knew her as one of Ratigan’s little Sirens. Hopefully that’s all she was in this world as well. For all he knew, it could have been Hera hiding under all that red hair of hers. Gods please don’t let her be Hera.

Shaking his head, he growled in his throat again. “Listen here, Red. First of all, you can tone that tough girl act down about 10 notches, thanks. Second, I’m a god, alright? I’m the one not to be trifled with here! Got it?!” He would have been so much more intimidating if flames had shot out of his head right then and if his foot wasn’t stuck in a trash-can at the moment. Grumbling, he held out his hand and wagged his fingers at her to grab onto it. “Now come on! Otherwise you are gonna have one hell of a time when I see you in the underworld one of these days…”

[maristhompsons]

If it were possible, steam would have been pouring out through Maris’ ears. How dare he talk to her that way!  He might have been a god back home but they were still in Mythos Pines. If Maris couldn’t grow back her tail, he definitely couldn’t come at her with any type of power. He was just as weak and defenseless as she currently was but Maris wasn’t about to let him know that. “Some god, you can’t even blow up a trashcan properly,” Maris sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you want help, you’re going to ask me properly. No yelling, no bitchiness, and definitely do not call me ‘Red’ ever again. I can drag you down to the depths of Davy Jones’ locker before you could even open your mouth to scream for help or mercy.”

“And I would never set foot into your sad excuse for a club. You know that.”

[maristhompsons]

Unfamiliar Waters | Open

[napoleonicmastermind-blog]

Padraic stared at the frost-covered pines and the icy shores of the lake, huffing and hugging his arms around his body. Freezing to death was obviously a downside of not having fur still, he supposed. Either way, it was unusual to see the man out by water one way or another, but this is where Adrianne had said she heard Maris was headed. Something about an existential crisis? No matter…he needed someone to talk to, and Adrianne was already dealing with her own issues thanks to whatever spell had befallen this town.

It wasn’t long until he saw a shock of red hair breaking the surface of the frigid water, and he frowned as he stalked out towards the dock with a heavy clunk of his shoes. Is she trying to freeze to death? He hadn’t even noticed the lack of clothing until Maris snapped at him. “Maris! For christ’s sake, get out of that bloody pond before you freeze!”

[maristhompsons]

The familiar voice sent a greater chill through Maris’ spine; she hadn’t realized that it was Padraic staring at her. First, you wake up with no tail or memory of how you got in this stupid town. Now you’ve insulted your boss. Smashing job, Maris. Her face turned as red as her hair at his words before she submerged her body to try and cover up. Lottie is going to kill me... Maris thought with a gulp, desperately hoping the blonde wouldn’t have to hear about this. She tentatively swam closer to the dock, glad she had decided not to chop off her hair like she had wanted to earlier that fall. The length was a decent blanket for what the water could not hide. “S-sorry, Padraic... I didn’t realize it was you.” She offered him a sheepish grin but still kept her distance. If she had remembered who she really was, then who could Padraic possibly be? “What... what are you doing out here?” She asked warily, eyeing the trees behind him as she tread the water.

[gamblingtheunderworld]

Target Practice

Hades stared at the trash can across from him, his face twisted into a scowl as he narrowed his gaze. After a few moments of this, the man glanced down at his clenched fists before squeezing his eyes shut.

Concentrate. Concentrate, Hades. You’re a god for fuck’s sake. This…is this probably some bullshit stunt Zeus is pulling on you and you just gotta shake it off.

He gave a low growl in his throat that slowly rose in volume before suddenly thrusting his hands up in front of him and…nothing. Not even a spark. Not even a little sizzle. A snarl of frustration escaped his throat as he stormed towards the trash can. 

“STUPID FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!” he bellowed for everyone in the park to hear, charging at the can and swinging his foot up in an attempt to kick it over. “THIS IS BULLSHIT YOU MOTHER FU—” Hades stopped short of his rant as his foot went right through the opening of the can and he nearly lost his balance if he hadn’t caught himself. “Oh you have got to be…you have GOT to be KIDDING ME!!” Whirling his head around he spotted a person who no doubt had seen all of this nonsense and pointed at them sharply. “YOU! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND GIVE ME A HAND!”

[maristhompsons]

Maris was desperate for answers, so desperate she had ventured Downtown in the hopes of finding Peter or Tinkerbell. One of them had to know what was going on. None of this made any sense; how did she end up here? How did she and the other girls become humans? Where were the rest of her sisters? All Maris could remember was darkness. A terrifying, all-consuming darkness, before waking up on that stupid bus that had brought her into town. “Peter!?” Maris called, cupping her hands around her mouth in order to be heard above the other calls for lost loved ones. The streets were full of people, most of them in tears as they desperately searched for a sense of comfort or familiarity.

As she rounded the corner, louder and more intense shouts could be heard from the nearest alleyway. She didn’t recognize the voice but perhaps Peter had grown up in order to survive in this world. A lot of things had changed; it was possible it could be him. Wanting to be sure, Maris poked her head around the corner to find the source of all the commotion. Seeing it was only Hades, Maris rolled her eyes. The man truly had the emotional range of a giant toddler. She made to leave and continue her search before his voice called her back to him. “I beg your pardon?” Maris turned sharply, eyes glaring daggers at the man. “You want to try that again, sweetheart? I am not one to be trifled with.” Technically, she was powerless. Even more so on land, but he didn’t need to know that.

[maristhompsons]

Unfamiliar Waters | Open

With a deep breath, Maris dove into the chilly waters of Anderson Lake. She let herself sink to the bottom of the lake, enjoying the feel of water around her naked body. It had been far too long since she had felt this type of freedom.

If only her damn tail would form...

She waited for a few minutes, eyes squeezed shut as she waited for her body to magically change back to normal. After awhile, she peered through the water only to stare at the pale stems attached to her lower body. Maris wanted nothing more than to cry. It broke her heart to think she might never be a true mermaid ever again. She had tried sitting in the bath like that stupid human movie had suggested but to no avail. Maybe she had to be in salt water for it to work? She sighed, leaning back against the sand and staring up at the sky above the waves. She missed her home; she missed Mermaid Lagoon.

Feeling the annoying urge to breathe, Maris sighed through her nose causing bubbles to surround her pretty face. She clumsily kicked her way back to the surface, loathing just how ridiculously weak the human form was. Breaking through the surface, she gasped for air before allowing her body to float on top of the water. “I hate this...” She mumbled, doing her best to ignore the effect the cold water had on her body. Shivering, she glanced around the lake before noticing that someone was sitting at the dock and watching her. “A picture lasts longer!” Maris snapped.

[nxctiuagus-deactivated20190423]

There it was. Genevieve knew her darling, little redhead far too well; if there was something in it for her, she would be more than glad to help out. “Hey! Keep out of there, nosy,” she laughed as Maris began picking around in the bags. “And not it’s not in that one. That one’s Adri’s.” 

[maristhompsons]

Maris stuck her tongue out at her friend before closing up the bags. “Fine, fine, fine! Adri will look beautiful in that by the way. As always, your taste is flawless!” Maris grinned, hoping to butter up her friend enough to let her see the present before they got to the loft.

[cerendipitous]

“But I am always so good at playing bartender. After all, it’s what I get paid to do.” Luz grinned. “Eh, get yourself some painkillers and a big glass of water. And a double cheeseburger with extra fries. Then you will be okay, my little castanet.”

[maristhompsons]

“I mean, don’t get me wrong Mama Luz. Your drinks are amazing, hence the ten... Ten? Jesus, was it more?” Maris whispered the last bit to herself, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she tried to remember. “Ow,” She whined as her head began to throb, rubbing her temples before looking up at Luz with a sheepish grin. “I’m just an embarrassment to my heritage with this hangover.”

[blumeisms]

“Honestly, that sounds like a pretty dangerous power to me. Use it wisely. And work on the whole ice melting thing too. You’d make a desperate beauty queen very happy.” Titiana couldn’t stop herself from slipping that in.

“Hmm, I guess you have a point there. I do have some really cute winter dresses and jumpers that I love wearing. And pyjamas too. I have so many pairs for when it gets cold so I can stay nice and cosy.” Okay so perhaps the cold weather did have some positives.

[maristhompsons]

Maris briefly raised an eyebrow at the beauty queen comment. Was that supposed to impress her? Still, Maris had learned her lesson about making snarky comments and getting into arguments in public so instead she offered the blonde a polite smile. “I will do my best!”

“My closet is filled to the brim with jumpers along with just as many scarves to match. I might have a problem but that isn’t stopping me from already planning my next trip to Lottie’s and the mall,” Maris giggled.

[maristhompsons]

“Remind me to never let you play bartender, ever again,” Maris groaned, rubbing her temples to ease her pounding headache. “Or at least remind me to have a bite to eat next time before I sample one of your concoctions.”

[theoraekinski-deactivated201705]

I just simply am not a dater. I think I have been on three official dates in my life. They are like job interviews and I refuse to be romantically employed. — Holland Roden

[maristhompsons]

♘ Pride

♘ - Something my muse was embarrassed about.

The way Meg got the best of her during their public fight. Maris hates losing arguments, especially to people she despises. She couldn’t show her face in the town center for a few days after the fight.

Pride: Something that my muse like about themselves.

Maris’ hair is literally her pride and glory. It’s incredibly thick and shiny; shampoo models wish they had hair like hers. 

[maristhompsons]

Gluttony, Envy, ↖

Gluttony: Something my muse considers their favorite food

Maris absolutely adores breakfast foods. Eggs, sausage, waffles, danishes- if she could eat nothing but breakfast foods for the rest of her life, she would.

Envy: Something my muse wishes they were better at.

Maris wishes she was better at developing romantic relationships with people closer to her own age. While she likes the attention she gets from older men, they do tend to try to father her which can get pretty annoying. Daddy!Kink can be fun in the bedroom but not so much so in real life.

↖ - The diary entry from the day our muse’s met.

Dear Diary,

After weeks of traveling and not having any money, I think I’ve arrived someplace where I can turn my life around. I met the most wonderful man today in this little town called Mythos Pines. It’s pretty much off the grid but the nightlife here is more raunchy than the size of the town would suggest. There’s a posh club here called Crown and Country; it’s beautiful. It’s simply beautiful. The patrons are rich as anything and the girls who work there are gorgeous. I felt like I had accidentally walked into heaven: everything and everyone was beautiful. Luckily for me, the hunky (possibly Irish?) owner understood my situation otherwise I would have been kicked out onto the streets or arrested for trespassing. It’s very exclusive and me - being the lost little lamb I was- had no idea and waltzed right onto private property.

The boss - Padraic - was kind enough to offer me a ride to one of the hotels in town but I had to wait until closing. He let me hang around the club until then and I got to talking to some of the girls who work there. Oh, get this- the girls are escorts.They tried to play it off but I could tell just from the jewelry that hung around their necks that there was something cheeky going on.

Diary, this place is perfect for me. All these old sods want is a good time- NO STRINGS ATTACHED. You just have to butter them up, maybe let them cop a feel or two, and receive jewels and a paycheck.

I was born for this.

After closing, I immediately went up to Padraic and asked for a job! Surprisingly enough, he said yes! He thinks I’ll be good for business because some of the guests were unsurprisingly checking me out. I have to learn all sorts of things though- how to be a proper lady, things about art and books, and various other duties. It’s going to be a lot to take in but it’ll be worth it...