Not subtly. Not romantically. Not even in a tasteful enchanted shimmer. They were glowing with the aggressive, unwavering intensity of lighthouse beams cutting through fog! Those two radiant bars of neon blue hovering above a deeply embarrassed face. The tall 9'5 vampire medic stared at him from across her cramped clinic, rubbing her chin wondering… ‘How?’
“…Tell me,” she said slowly, “did vu like… purchase zis procedure from zomeone vhoze shop vas located in a alley zat smells like zpoiled glue und poor decizions?”
The man swallowed. His eyebrows pulsed brighter, as if reacting to stress. “They had a loyalty card,” he offered weakly. “Every fifth enchantment was half off.”
She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling through her nose. This black market beauty clinic is starting to become a real problem. First, it was a person who requested skin that LOOKED like gold, which weighed too much for them to move. Now, this. Midori pushed herself away from the cluttered desk that was bolted to the floor… A necessity when one weighed as much as she did. The floorboards of the clinic groaned in relief as her weight shifted.
At nine feet and five inches tall, Midori usually had a tough time maneuvering through the official clinic. Usually because to navigate through most buildings was like a very large, very soft ship through a canal (note to self: request raised ceilings on the clinics as well). It also didn't help that though she was tall she was also undeniably chubby with a body type that usually suggested jolliness or grandmotherly baking. Combined with the pale grey complexion of a vampire and the pristine white dress she wore that gave her the imposing aura of a battleship disguised as a large curtain. Finally making her way out of the clinic, she instructed another nurse to help the man with the glowing eyebrows while she went off to the black market herself to hopefully persuade that rubbish beauty clinic to stop creating abominations of beauty.
The back alleys of kumo were grimy and damp with the smell of garbage and ozone. It was perfect for shady backdoor deals and crime. Midori squeezed sideways through a narrow gap between two brick buildings, her soft hips brushing the damp stone on either side. It was a tight fit; usually she had to walk the long way around, but she was feeling motivated plus it was a shortcut for her destination. On the main street of the underground district, the atmosphere shifted from "sewage" to "neon-drenched crime." The market stalls were bright and loud. Midori squeezed past a stall selling suspicious meat kabobs. Her size usually cleared a path for her as she looked around to see where the devil was this beauty clinic that was making people chopped.
“Hmm.. Finding zis clinic is going to be harder zan I originally zought.. Maybe I schould ask around.” she thought to herself. Looking around to see if there is anyone with anything ‘strange’ in terms of their appearance.