“Have you tried Lady Jane grey lip gloss? Grey is definitely the color for those plump lips of yours.” The lure of the late-night market had been too good to resist. Engrossed throng - how could I ignore you?
I give a disdainful look at the package she shows me. “Not bad, bit the ingredients are willfully second-rate. I reckon it’ll bleed.”
The saleswoman, who must spend her shifts dealing with wannabe vampires, royally deigns to ignore my remark. Careful honey, royal heads are often the least secure. Bona fide vampires carry no illusions about being nice people. We survive in a human world, where supply and demand cannot be ignored. She gives my lips more scrutiny, frowns, and returns to the well-stocked shelves. I place her as a college student.
Her blue, baby doll frock and extra long, titian tresses are original, I’ll give her that much. She must get through a pot of deathly-white foundation every day. I could help reduce that expense. I’m good like that.