Phrogger

Celeste was phrogging. With all of her awesomeness, and devious plans galore and she was phrogging. Squatting in someone else's property. It was humiliating. She was not meant to be some basement dweller, deprived of sunlight and stuck in a world were no one got to see and appreciate her amazing fashion choices.

The only thing that made the whole thing worth it, and also the only reason that she had agreed in the first place, was that she was phrogging in a club owned by one of the most dangerous women in the city.

If Lin ever found out, she would have a fit. And just thinking about it was enough to make Celeste get over the hurdles of her nee living arrangements. They had food(brought in every day by her errand boys and girls). There was a place for her to sleep-crates stacked up and then a mountain of sleeping bags piled on top of them. Enough to make sure that she sometimes even forgot that she was sleeping on some crates.