Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160512073114

Daphne let out a small, releived sigh that Opal had been so forgiving, but almost immediately tensed up again when she mentioned meeting the Don himself. She took small comfort in the fact that the Cardamoms had been nice so far, quirky, but in a good way. Hopefully Ochre would be the same?

As they walked, she hastily brushed up her outfit, set on making a good impression at dinner. The maid smoothed out her blouse and skirt, and adjusted her headpiece, all by sense of touch.

Daphne chose her next words carefully. "Is there anything that could offend the Don? Like, stuff i shouldn't say? And oh, any tips on how to make a good impression?"

She winced a little at her left stocking, with a hole at the knee and stained an ugly brown with dried blood from being shot last night. "Well, it can't be helped." she muttered under her breath, then struck a little pose at Opal. "How do i look?"