Andrai Willows
Character
Andrai sat at the bar of the cantina, left leg crossed over her right while she downed another mind eraser from it's glass. The lids of her eyes closing tightly as the features of her face scrunched from the distaste of it. In truth the only reason she drank it was to do what the drink itself was called. Why'd it have to taste so bad, though? This was the third one and she was less than adamant about a fourth. Perhaps a different type of drink? Who knew.
A cloak covered the hourglass curves of her form and black corset matched to her black leggings and leather boots as she the pirate didn't want to gain too much attention. The hood, however, was down and exposed her pale green hues while contrasted with her pale skin and dark brown hair.
Foot bobbing slightly as it hung in the air in time with the music. The tips of her slender digits running over the top of the glass while trying to figure out what her next move might be.
A cloak covered the hourglass curves of her form and black corset matched to her black leggings and leather boots as she the pirate didn't want to gain too much attention. The hood, however, was down and exposed her pale green hues while contrasted with her pale skin and dark brown hair.
Foot bobbing slightly as it hung in the air in time with the music. The tips of her slender digits running over the top of the glass while trying to figure out what her next move might be.