The moon beams through the windows as purple hues cast over the Diner while Dorothy and her feline friends couldn’t feel finer. ( maybe it’s the eyeliner?)
One is bubbly and gets in her way, the other one is feisty and makes sure her rejections always sound a-ok!
Dorothy’s makeup is on **POINT**, her apron, not a speck of dirt, and if you spill a drop you’re in for a world of **HURT.**
So sit down, and *.flirt* if you like, but you better make sure your tip is as big as your **BITE.**
( Dorothy currently only accepts tips in ETH, ty. )