Sunset was on a mission. She had only ever see the catalogs of BHO, but she had never actually bothered to use it. At least until now. She had gotten it back when she was still her old self and hadn’t look at it much, but now that she had a use for it, she figured she’d make an appointment. Hopefully they’d hear what she had to say, considering she was a villian once too.
She in the lobby of Black Hat’s mansion, waiting for her name to be called. She kept playing back the incidents in her head, and the methods as for why she need to come here. It definitely wasn’t her first choice, but with as much funds as she had from home, she chose to go big. And plus, it would definitely help draw less attention then what she had originally planned.
She sighed to herself looking around the lobby as she took in the Gothic style structure of the home. ‘Black Hat certainly has a dark taste,’ she thought to her self. She was almost alone, if not for the other woman sitting across from her. Dressed in red, she looked at her curiously. ‘Huh… Three eyes… Eh, not the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.’ She thought to herself before turning back to the catalogue.
Demencia had arrived early at the mansion to help prepare for an anniversary party that would be going on that evening, so she was one of many servants who could be found walking around here and there putting up decorations. The company was old. Older than some people realized. And celebrating its anniversaries became a big deal.
When Demencia spotted a young woman with red and gold hair seated alone she assumed she was a new maid and whistled to her, “Hey, Red! Help me with the punch bowl, huh? Most of the baddies coming tonight are carnivorous. So we’re putting these eyeballs in them.” She pulled out a container that housed an array of different sized eyeballs.
Demencia herself looked nice though. She was in a black and red dress with a small black hat on her head and looked stunning this evening.
“You can’t just sit around. The boss’ll be pissed!”
“Um… I… I’m sorry?” Sunset said curiously. “I was hoping to make an appointment somehow? I’m having a little… trouble in my life right now.”
She looked at the woman who had snapped at her and told her to move the punch bowl up and down, a small blush on her face at the sight of her dress. Man, she was pretty, and Sunset felt incredibly underdressed compared to her. “I… What’s going on exactly?” Sunset aksed. “Is there a party going on? I can come back later.”
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