

SoBAS- Sun and MoonNew York. Dark Night. Dangerous City. Pretty Woman. Not-A-Good-Mix. In the back streets of N.Y.C. a flower of a woman (or seemingly so) clack, clack, clacked along the concrete pavement, clutching her hand bag to her chest and pulling her tan trench coat around her. There were several signs that she wasn't in the best of shape. Her heels were scuffed and worn down and the heel had been replaced, her panty hose had runs in it, and she had bags under her black eyes. Her skin was very fair and her hair was very light which made those dark, dark eyes stand out all the more. They were like dolls eyes, she had been so run down they had no life in tSoBAS- Sun and Moon