良秀 — ; 𝟺

She's been thinking about that Queen of Hatred abnormality they encountered during one Walpurgistnacht. She caught a glimpse of striped panties and is imagining her bent over.

// It's Haruka's bday today Hoorah

Rodion and Ishmael tend to look away when she undoes her belt. She knows why, just funny to notice.

// Shakespearian soliloquys aren't this fuckin long

// Even that long spout of nonsensical word vomit Ishmael thinks just standing outside a lodge in the freezing cold near the start of Moby Dick wasn't this dense

// Reading Crime and Punishment is a slog for the sole reason that this mother fucker really likes 4 pages of unbroken dialogue from one person without paragraph line breaks

@Dulci_LaMancha “G.A.B.N.S. [Girls Are Boys Not Sure]” She stopped right at the end of the parasol, making a show of lifting her belt to the side and dropping it, leaving the metal buckle to crash on the floor. She merely stood and stared, her eyes glowing redder than the even the Bloodfiend's.

@LCBNo4 ✧　˓The princess grabbed the parasol on her hip and opened it, holding it as she clicked her tongue. ❝ Are all the sinners as horny and desperate as you ... ?❞

“We should've kept one of those girl Bloodfiend's alive. B.T.W.T. [Bet They Were Tight]”

@Dulci_LaMancha “Says the one in the dress.” She started slowly stepping closer, undoing her belt with one hand, the other still firmly holding her sheathed sword. “P.A.! [Plenty Acquainted] After all, there's no better way to know someone to try and kill each other.”

@LCBNo4 ❝ Such a lewd thing ... Didn't even get to know me before wishing to make your way into my pants..❞

@Dulci_LaMancha The woman stamped out her cigarette on the desk in the center of her room, and brought her free hand towards the button in her black pants. “C.Y.C.? [Color You Curious]”

@LCBNo4 ✧　˓That was enough to make the bloodfiend wince and close her mouth, looking away as she stepped back. ❝ . . . ❞

@Dulci_LaMancha “Opening your mouth without me asking? W.T. [Well Trained]” She could use her mouth first, even with the dangers that includes.

@LCBNo4 ❝ Do not even dare think about it, Sinner. ❞ ✧　˓Dulcinea hissed, her fangs out as she knew pretty well the woman's intentions just by looking at her gaze.

@Dulci_LaMancha There was a notable smile behind the hand at her cigarette. “Hooh...~” She'll thank whatever part of the city has returned the eye candy later. For now, there was a hungry look in her eye.

@LCBNo4 ❝ Huh? ❞

@Dulci_LaMancha The crow's feet are forming

@LCBNo4 Dear ... We're both old..

B.F.G. [Bloodfiend Gaming]

“Anything for O.O.L.? [Ounce of Liquor]”

@Dulci_LaMancha I don't partake, I'm too old and weary to game seriously anymore.

@LCBNo4 I've been trying to get good on Archived, but they can't seem to respect a lady ...

@Dulci_LaMancha All they do is splatter viscera around and call it a show of despair and panic. N.T.H. [No Talent Hacks]

@LCBNo4 ✧　˓I do enjoy quite a few horror games ... Specially when they have blood.

-- but one few noticed was how much tighter she held a now gleeming white sheathe, and the stare in her eyes searching the distant horizons for... Someone.

Ever since they picked the last spiderweb from their hair, the Sinners have gone about their usual business between outings. One worth noting is the raven haired woman, not much changed since everything has been revealed from her, except a general reduction in hostility --

Only a silent nod and a small drag of her cigarette. Her mind was thinking of Dulcinea's cleavage.