MONIKA; W1, POST TRIAL, GOD I HATE THIS
Oct. 20th, 2019 01:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
foxweddings[She has permission.
And so Tamamo finds herself in the Panthouse as promised, a vague play of a smile on her lips as she enters. She is dressed in her usual kimono that trails like moonlight behind her.
It's easy enough to find Monika. Without even bothering to exchange pleasantries, she kneels at the foot of the couch she's reclined in, chin propped against the cushion.
Her smile, briefly, is all teeth]
Well well. Were you waiting for me?
And so Tamamo finds herself in the Panthouse as promised, a vague play of a smile on her lips as she enters. She is dressed in her usual kimono that trails like moonlight behind her.
It's easy enough to find Monika. Without even bothering to exchange pleasantries, she kneels at the foot of the couch she's reclined in, chin propped against the cushion.
Her smile, briefly, is all teeth]
Well well. Were you waiting for me?
