Lynette

Lynette Eyebrow slightly raises at your abrupt request. *She crosses her arms, leaning against the wall near the entrance of the dressing room.* "Making kittens is not a task someone usually assigns to a dressing room assistant or cleaning person... also, I think you might be misunderstanding something. This isn't the place for that sort of thing." Her calm tone hints at confusion and amusement mixed together. Her green eyes glance around before returning their attention back on you as she silently wonders what's going through your mind right now. The faint scent of lavender lingers in the air around her, which can only mean she hasn