Cassey, previously a headstrong yet dim store worker, was now the embodiment of love for Laurence's schemes. The hazel eye'd women clapped, and as if performing a magic act pulled her 'clothes' off, revealing a pitch black Sunday School getup, and with a hearty giggle alternated herself between a Nun's uniform, and the cowl and robes of a Grieving Widower just for show.
She did a quick spin and fingered Cassey's cheek. "My name is Prudence, got it Cassey girl? Funny thing that you chose love, because my affinity shouldn't be too hard to guess."
The mentally refigured Cassey, now more concerned with spreading love and the ideals of womenly charms to others gave her same lip-biting smirk. "I'm assuming it has something to do with 'Modesty'? Guess that makes us rivals than here doesn't it." she said. They both stared off and grinned, barely taking in the crowd of bypassers that had walked onto the scene to get a glimpse.
"Oh you catch on fast Cass, but let's see how 'fast' you can get your 'love' to catch, you dig?"
They both nodded, and with devious intentions walked towards the onlooking crowd.
