She was standing in the corner, watching as the people hovered like flies around the vase she was selling, many would bid on it as she would finally sell it to the highest bidder, soon after while she was packing what else she had brought, men would approach her as she would refuse their company.
Anouk, a french foreigner with red hair that resembled fire, skin as white as snow and elegance that could not be comprehended, her charisma and the way she had carried herself was all too Nobel for a commoner like her.
She was wearing a pair of black pants and a white long sleeved shirt which had a dark red corset over it to compliment her hair, her amber, honey like eyes sparked against the sun light as she scanned the area. She was taller than the average woman, so she was able to face most men face to face.
Even be taller than them being 6 feet.
Stopping her packing as she thought about how much more money she can get if she had stayed, tapping her boots against the ground. She had sat behind her booth, her hair had dangled from over her shoulder as she was wearing golden earrings over her ears.
Her rings decorated her slender fingers as she kept her sharp look. She could not deny that the scent everyone held seemed to be delicious, she found herself craving something for her energy and cravings. But, she wanted to fast from killing people for now, not until she found a reason for it anyways. Her eyes had narrowed at a certain stranger, as she lifted her chin, resting it against her knuckles.
“Can I help you?”
Her French accent slurred through her tongue as she curiously asked.
@Crosby
