Dottie
Font Color: #E4287C.
Font Color: #E4287C.
Deep brown eyes sweep, unabashed, down the nearly-naked form of her business rival. Her gaze lingers briefly just above his waistline, inspecting for any signs of a happytrail. Her thoughts are interrupted by the quips she received from both Passmore son and the redhead. Wasn't she a maid, or something here? A carefully waxed eyebrow arches higher onto her head at both responses, but it's the redhead she responds to first... What was her name again? Daisy?
"You really are too pretty to be working here, you know," she sighs in her direction first. "They must be paying you out the ass... Our help are all middle-age women who barely speak English... Aren't you, like... a bit young to be... you know... um... This desperate for work? I mean, I get why he," she gestures to the door,"Has to stay here but... why have you?" Her brows pinch together in genuine confusion before she's crossing her arms over her chest and releasing a sigh, glancing to the closed door that Jacob had vanished behind.
"As soon as I'm eighteen, I'm out of here," she sighs, dropping her arms to her sides. "This has been fun and all, but... I'm bored now. Ciao, Bella." With that, she turns and starts to head down the hall opposite of Jacob's room, intending to go explore unless she's stopped.