And the next one happened to be Inquisitor Barbara Gomez, the Golden Hand, herself. The doors open, and she clicks in, arrayed in another one of her killer designer dresses, giving what appears to be a disdainful and critical sweep to the area around her.
(In actuality, she's looking for possible threats and measuring the situation. She couldn't give a lesser fuck about furniture and other shit right now.)
She isn't alone tonight: her husband, Alejandro Raura, walks to her left. The rest of her entourage is just beyond the door, waiting. Enough about them for the moment, though: she's walking towards Mason with a smile.
"Good evening. I'm sure you heard that I was coming."
Just, what Mason probably didn't hear was when or how.
CLOSING this thread since it's option 4! Bri, make another open post for other options. :0
(In actuality, she's looking for possible threats and measuring the situation. She couldn't give a lesser fuck about furniture and other shit right now.)
She isn't alone tonight: her husband, Alejandro Raura, walks to her left. The rest of her entourage is just beyond the door, waiting. Enough about them for the moment, though: she's walking towards Mason with a smile.
"Good evening. I'm sure you heard that I was coming."
Just, what Mason probably didn't hear was when or how.