❝ infect me with your love and fill me with your poison ❞

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[clownpunching]

Then… [ A deep sigh. ] What would you have of me?

[pimping]

There's a lord with an affinity for flexibility. He'll be here at dawn. I trust you'll please him well?

[clownpunching]

If he's inclined towards a more spirited bedpartner. [ This is going to be an uphill battle one way or another. ]

[pimping]

Will I need to invest in chains then?

[clownpunching]

For that lord of yours?

[pimping]

To guarantee his pleasure.

[clownpunching]

There's no guarantee. [ Whether she means Trowa's situation or even her own is up for debate. ] Your lords would enjoy it more, if you've kept us happy.

[pimping]

Your happiness is something only you can control.

[clownpunching]

Wise words, for a man in your position. [ Not that she's aware of it but HOW'S THAT FRIENDZONE GOING ON HUH. ]

[pimping]

[ooooh unintentional burn]

I took my happiness into my own hands long ago.

[by getting Ned's head chopped off 8D]

[clownpunching]

[ ..............................suddenly she's beginning to have doubts about Trowa's safety… ]

And you believe I could be in a position to do the same?

[pimping]

With time, perseverance, and enough coin.

[clownpunching]

I don't have that luxury. Neither do most people. [ Stop being such a rich prick already hdu ]

[pimping]

So work for it. You have the tools.

[between your legs 8|]

[clownpunching]

[ Excuse you. 8| ]

Cold, aren't you? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, if all lords are like this after all…

[pimping]

The wise ones are. You'll learn, sweetling.

[clownpunching]

But I won't be happy.

[pimping]

Not just yet. Now, go. Ros should be in the next room. You can seek her help in finding your way around. You'll be working with Daisy tonight.

[clownpunching]

Of course. [ She turns on her heel and leaves. A deal's a deal, after all. ]