SSand. Sand. Sand. Sand.
Mila Rose decided that, despite living in a place that was full of sand (After all, her home was just a vast litter box filled with creatures that wanted to eat her) she really hated the stuff. It got everywhere. In her boots. In her hair. In between her boobs. She punctuated this thought with digging out a bit of the granules that had managed to get between her boobs and the bony apparatus that barely held them in place (and covered what little modesty she had). She placed a hand on her hip and scratched at her ear as she waited for her ‘partner’ to show up. Mila Rose was sorely tempted to just turn tail and run, because she had a feeling whatever partner this was would be as annoying as Apacci or as rude as Sung-Sun. Glancing down at her boots, she kicked at the ridiculously white basket sitting beside her, and then bent to retrieve it with a self-suffering sigh. “When the hell is this ‘partner’ supposed to get here?”