Sophie Foster grabbed the handle, half stuck her body in, and called out with a cheeky grin, "Uncle Nicholas?"
Nicholas Croft turned his head as Sophie also walked in.
She was clad in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit, densely studded with rivets, and the black leather bag slung over her shoulder matched with rivets as well. Her long hair dyed green was braided into countless centipede braids, hanging in front of her chest and over her shoulders, screaming non-mainstream.
"Hi, good evening to all the hunky uncles." Sophie greeted Evander Lancaster and Felix Shaw with a playful smile on her face.
"Off work?" Evander raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Yep, my slot was early today." Sophie was a resident singer at a nightclub, with no fixed working hours.
Coming before Nicholas, she turned and saw Daniel Armstrong beside him, with eyes widened in shock and exaggeration, mouth agape.
"Wow, this uncle has shed so much blood, is it that time of the month?"
