Current Class: Wannabe Princess
Heading for the door, you make your exit. Kind of surprised you weren't stopped by some annoying pop-up right now. Not that you dwell on that fact for too long. Once you find whoever is running this stupid scam and give them a piece of your mind.
Unlike the room you've just left, this one appear partially lit. But not enough to really discern anything. Lighting can't be that expensive, right? You're fairly certain that they sell that junk at the local line of dollar stores.
"Oh. I'm not the only one here. Wonderful."
You come to a stop. Before you is a pale woman decked out in a black version of your outfit. A long black tail tipped with a spade hangs out, bat-like wings flapping in the nonexistent wind. Twisted horns tipped their head, with a set of faded gray eyes and the darkest black you can get for your hair.
They look to have noticed you for the moment. If nothing else, probably should greet her. Maybe she's friendly? That would be a nice surprise.
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