Stocking Anarchy took a swig of her drink and sighed as she looked into her reflection within the beverage. Although everyone else here would just see a well endowed goth girl, what she saw in that reflection was a demon...a demon who just killed her sister. Stocking shook her head and looked around at her current surroundings. This was one of the seediest bars she could find, one that she could hide out in to avoid the ire of her former friends. Most if the bar goers kept to themselves and didn't interact with her, whether out of their own needs or the fact that she killed a bastard who tried to mack on her.

She just wanted to focus on her sinister goals, forget her sister...break free! But a new figure stepping into the establishment drew her attention. However she didn't want to come off as being too interested, she pouted and looked at the newcomer for a brief moment before carrying on

Hmph!