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[simplylavish]

*enters in, throws down her duffel bag, and flops down on a couch*

Everyone, get the fuck out. This is my place now, and if you have anything to say in response to that other than "Yes, mistress," I'll make short work of you, or long work if I want to.

Typist: ... Jeeesus. Um. Mabel Extravagance Hades, aged fifteen. Styx/trashcompactor spawn.

Comments

[sexandascalpel]

*...arches an eyebrow*

[simplylavish]

*arches one right back*

[sexandascalpel]

I would truly love to see you attempt to follow up on that claim.

[simplylavish]

I could, if I wanted to.

[sexandascalpel]

Not in my case.

[simplylavish]

Is that a challenge?

[sexandascalpel]

*look, the Bellesmilelikeaknife* Perhaps.

[simplylavish]

Are you threatening me?

[sexandascalpel]

I do not threaten.

[simplylavish]

You really fail at that.

[sexandascalpel]

At what?

[simplylavish]

Presenting the image you mean to.

[sexandascalpel]

*looks genuinely amused* I could say the same to you, but I'll simply ask how on earth you would know what sort of image I mean to present.