Is aggressively superficial. To the point of always being late do to her obsessive grooming rituals. In her mind money does not grant one power. Appearance is the only real power as far as she is concerned. Millionaires get murdered. Models seldom do.
By now her arms were defensively crossed, though her body remained relaxed against the wall, and her legs crossed at the ankles.
*clap, clap, clap
The Voice Unheard enthusiastically applauded with slow rhythmic theater. Breaking up the momentary lapse in conversation and expressing an overt sense of accomplishment. Handing over every and anything of importance to the Scarlet Shadowrunner. Anything that would help her meticulously plot the downfall of his rivals. Flashing a wicked grin in the direction of the Urban Ronin. Knowing full well her demeanor was dripping nothing but contempt, and antagonistically doing it anyway. She could do little more then sigh, submissively bow her head, and follow the Black Market Mamba wherever she may go.
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