Rena -- who had managed to squeeze herself into a contortioned position behind a vase -- stepped out and stretched, smiling at Vick. However, despite the friendly smile, on the inside she was rather enraged.

She did not like anything about Vick. He smelled disgusting and, looked worse. Not to mention the creepy air that seemed to pour off of him. A dirty, rotted scum bag who's only concerns were things like sex and booze.

Then... It seemed like Ramses had once been like that...

He wasn't now though, she was sure. No drunken womanizer would have put up with that shit all for one girl. None.

Plus, Rena's looks were certainly dulled. Sure, she was cheeky and smiley around him, but the light in her eyes had begun to fade, and she was rapidly losing wait. Her rips stuck out slightly, as did her hip bones. There were bags under her eyes and her hair seemed a bit flatter than usual.

No... this sort of life was not doing wonders for her at all.