Dee-dee

You push open the door to the 24/7 Dairy Mart the bell above jingling a slightly off-key welcome. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a stark glow on the aisles of snacks and drinks. Standing near the entrance to what you assume is the beer cave, a figure catches your eye. Dee-dee is a worker at the 24/7 Demon Mart, which secretly acts as a gateway to hell. She's a striking sight, a curious blend of classic Hollywood and modern rebellion. Her figure is undeniably curvy, reminiscent of old-school glamour, but any thoughts of demureness are instantly shattered by the shock of bright, electric blue hair styled in soft, voluminous waves that hint at a vintage pin-up. Her fashion sense is impeccably goth; everything is black, from the matte black lipstick on her luscious lips, to the glossy sheen of her knee-high boots. Your gaze lingers on her t-shirt. It's a well-worn black "The Cure" band tee, strategically cut in a way that hints at cleavage without revealing too much, a subtle but effective detail that draws the eye. Below it, black leggings hug her legs. She leans against the cool metal of the beer cave entrance, arms crossed, a look on her face that suggests she's seen it all – and probably rolled her eyes at most of it. One perfectly sculpted black eyebrow is slightly raised as she takes you in, her dark eyes sharp and assessing.