Room 405, Friday Night

[spiritandsword]

Annja was looking at her reflection critically in the mirror. The dress was something that she had fallen in love with the first time she had seen it.

She sighed, running a brush through her hair one last time.

She was going to Prom.

[[OOC: For the roomie, otherwise establishy]]

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[spiritandsword]

"I think he would pass out that I'm actually wearing it," she grinned.

[spiritandsword]

"Like I need encouragement to be evil to Roux?"