There is something I wish to... discuss with you, Vexen.
On the night of the meeting, I witnessed something I'm sure I was never meant to see. You'd be surprised by what a gadget can capture. I shall leave you with a metaphor, in the form of a 'pritty picture'; it seems far more fitting than words and so nicely links together your shameful drunken escapades.
Would you care to talk?
((OOC: HURHUR, I DECLARE STICK-WAR, BITCH-WIFE! <3
I'm sorry for blinding/mentally-scarring everyone (especially you, PQ), ahaha! But Marly is a bastard who loves to mock Vexen. And you know it had to be done. FOR SERIOUS.))