<sub>Full Name: Molly DeCrouix

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Physical Description:
Molly stands 5’5, an average height for "women" of her age, she has long, usually curled, white-blonde hair with pretty and feminine brown eyes along with a heart-shaped face. She is slender, though with a curvaceous and thin figure and tanned skin; Molly is usually seen wearing something dressy or classy, or something casual but trendy- from that it is obvious she loves fashion and loves to spend her husband's money. Her clothes consist of a variety of colours and hues and her make-up. Molly however rarely wears make-up, and when she does its only to enhance her natural looks- mascara, gloss and when needed lipstick, however she at times will wear blush and foundation, even if its not really needed.

Personality:
This female is usually a friendly and dainty person towards others who are known; she tends to go out in public daily, but only to freak others out with her immense spending money and equisite attire- Molly does enjoy being upper class, and showing flaunting her stuff. Uncontrollable would be a good way to describe her; however she will not approach someone unless the personal need is there, and she sees the person as being 'worth her time'. Most of the time Molly can be a snob, but she is confident and a drama queen, and she does make an enthusiastic effort to get to know someone if she again, sees the need. Molly is however stubborn and impatient when things are going slow, most individuals like herself are "hot-headed" like that. There is a more playful and almost child-like side to this woman, she enjoys enticing others then running for help when they retaliate; Molly is also known for the fact that she is a 'gold digger' and a unfaithful partner to Monsieur DeCrouix.

Social Class: Upper class

Job/Occupation Details: Wife to Pierre DeCrouix.

Sample Post:
Laughter and the strong wave of smoke was smelt through the little town's Berlesque House- presented in a place too pleasant for such a vile house. Sins beyond belief happened within here, gambling, strippers, drinking, inappropriate dancing and paid pleasure.. Women, they littered all over the place; stairs, chairs, tables, the bar, men’s laps, being dragged up the steps, drinking or smoking, this place truly was the worst place to be- unless you were looking for pleasure. Anyone’s gaze could be drawn to the colorful undergarments shamelessly displayed by the sleepers whom darted up and down the stairs and on tables, leaning forwards to allow everyone a full view of mostly generous cleavage.

White-blonde hair was tied messily up into a bun as tresses of feathery hair curled about the nape of her neck as she descended from the upper floor. Silken, white under pants were worn with pink lace at the cuff of the pants as they ended at the woman’s knee, meeting white leggings. A baby pink corset was worn, tied tightly around slender torso and push breasts to appear larger. Dark eye shadow and makeup was worn along with mascara, giving the woman a more evening look to match the time of the day- er, night. A pearl necklace was worn around her neck, wrapped around twice so that it could rest just below her collarbones and small feet were squished into matching pink, high-heeled shoes.

The woman had posted herself behind the bar, smiling warmly at the customers as they requested her, and a drink; however, she didn’t quite feel up to it, but despite her opinion she would have to comply due to her occupation. Striding around the bar she positioned herself in the lap of a man as he laughed, beginning to blabber about his ‘tales’ and adventurous life. Honestly, she didn’t care, but if listening would please this man then it was alright; after a while of him speaking and she just nodding politely as he began to hint at and eventually speak of pleasure and sex for an actually reasonable price. So instead she informed him that she was exhausted, and bleeding- of course that would turn off any man who asked and he got up as he was ‘stiff’ from traveling and the man made his way over to another sleeper.

‘Pearl’ that was her nickname, or the name she was given here. She had lived a normal life, up until she was ten years old and a gang of outlaws basically tore her small town apart, claiming many of its female inhabitants and selling them off. Amazingly enough she wound up here, some sleeper house in the middle of no where. She served whatever the age that came in and could pay the price of food or pleasure; the odd time she’d be given money from a generous lad from getting just intelligent conversation or a kiss on the cheek, she had even gotten paid full price from a cowboy who’s lover had left him, just sitting with him so that the could once again feel the warmth of a woman..

But that was a long time ago, now sitting in this place made her skin crawl with disgust; she hated it. Sighing softly the woman shifted and looked down to the silver wedding ring that had been placed upon her ring finger, gently her gloved hand stroked over its band before gaze lifted towards the many others that littered the area around her. Where on earth was her husband?</sub>