DragonOfTheNarrows
The Queen of the Narrows is A Monster
Your name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot. You have owned and operated the Iceberg Lounge for just over a decade. Though frugal and harsh of hand, you are beloved by your workers and respected as a villain and businessman. You earned everything you have- money, station, fame, all self-made. But you lack one thing.
Someone to share it with.
Tonight is the twelfth anniversary of the Rookery Gang's success, and the boys are throwing the boss a party. Even Lark, your right hand gal, has done what she can to make the night special. And when the party comes, you have the time of your life.
But there's someone at this party you don't recognize.
Pale, slim features, shimmering garnet eyes, rosy cheeks of the softest pink that bookended the fullest of ruby red lips. Her body was tall, slim, a perfectly defined- only accented by the long, waist-hugging dress that draped her form in the pitch black of the night.
The kind of woman Mary Shelley would write love poems about, if she were so inclined.
Who is she? What does she want? How is she here?
And why do you want to know everything about her?
Someone to share it with.
Tonight is the twelfth anniversary of the Rookery Gang's success, and the boys are throwing the boss a party. Even Lark, your right hand gal, has done what she can to make the night special. And when the party comes, you have the time of your life.
But there's someone at this party you don't recognize.
Pale, slim features, shimmering garnet eyes, rosy cheeks of the softest pink that bookended the fullest of ruby red lips. Her body was tall, slim, a perfectly defined- only accented by the long, waist-hugging dress that draped her form in the pitch black of the night.
The kind of woman Mary Shelley would write love poems about, if she were so inclined.
Who is she? What does she want? How is she here?
And why do you want to know everything about her?
