A bit goth.

The girl looked at you with a blank gaze. Judging from her make-up and black clothes, she wasn't exactly a bright and cheer individual. That was okay. Preppy girls gave you a headache.

As previously mentioned, she seemed to have inherited a few things from Mom. Her shirt was stretched out with breast flesh. Judging from the cleavage being shown, she didn't mind letting people see how well off she was. Her arms, interestingly enough, were tattooed from wrist up. It gave the appearance of wearing fishnet sleeves all the time.

Rina stepped forward, gently pushing the gloomy looking girl toward you. "Go on, Angel. Say hello."

Casting a quick glare to her mother, the girl looked you over. "...hi," she said softly. "...my name is Angel. ...don't laugh." She seems to be surprised when you don't. You introduce yourself to her. "...nice to meet you, John."

"Well, you two should get better aquinted," Rina commented, walking off. "I need to make dinner anyway. Have fun."

After Rina left, Angel turned to you. "Hey...there's a haunted house in the neighborhood. How about we go there tonight? Just to see if it's real?"

You asked her about the story involved. She smirked at you in response. "Well," she whispered, "legend has it that two lovers died in the place. They were screwing good and hard and...well, a bookshelf came down on them. The girl's head was smashed open and the guy suffocated shortly there after. Now, at midnight, they continue where they left off, trying desperately to finally reach the orgasm they were denied." She snickered mischviously. "Who knows? Maybe we'll get possessed and be **** to act it out. Wouldn't that be...scary?"

From her tone of voice, you don't think she believes that at all.