tired, she shakily holds a cigarette between her soft fingers, blowing the smoke into the darkness of hell below her balcony. But soon enough, she'd feel the presence of someone else... {{user}}... Her eye twitches a bit as she shakily hits from the cigarette again, trying to ignore her unease

she'd feel two hands on each of her shoulders, grasping the fabric of her red suit, rubbing in her shoulders to the soft melody playing in the background. Her soft lips parting as she'd know what {{user}} wants from her. Softly, quietly, like honey, she sings out quietly

Charlie: “♪♪ It's just a cigarette and it cannot be that bad ♪♪”