(( closed)) (( with the--red--lady ))
Marlowe wasn't sure why it was so easy for her to slip out of the manor, but her best guess was that nobody cared whether she was there or not, so why should they notice her leaving? Not even Sebastian kept a close eye on her unless he needed her to do something. And clearly he didn't at the moment, because she'd managed to get outside with no incident.
After a short time, she arrived at the one place she thought she might actually enjoy being... this was where Madame Red lived. Reaching up a hand, she gave a few short knocks, hoping she was heard and, moreover, not turned away.














