"Need a drink?"
Removing his forehead from the wooden guardrail, Averie looked up.
A bottle of rum and two glasses in her hands, a woman was approaching him.
She wore a white coat over a red nightgown, which seemed to complement her flushed complexion.
Her dry walnut hair was tied in a single braid that reached the small of her back. Her skin looked smoother for her age, which was quite apparent from the sunburn spots around her cleavage.
A red lipstick, which looked rather sad on her lips, seemed to bring color to her colorless life.
As she handed him a glass, her steps swayed slightly.
She had clearly been drinking.
'It's the lady next door.'
Averie studied her gaze.
It was glazed but not lascivious.
'Not here to prey on the young? How nice.'
It reminded him of Patricia Kim and how she had died without any intervention from him. As foul as she was, he had never wished death on her.
'Lucifer must be having fun breaking her.'
