Respectfully this Crimson Lady has got the goods, the best of both worlds, the gems, the jewels, magic boob flowers made of blood, a voice as comforting as warm honey.
What’s not to love?
Cruelty is earned by the victims in most cases with me. The Lady believes I’m a fool for thinking in such ways.
But it helps, compassion begets submission.
The lonely are always the easiest, so tragic, so sad.
Always looking for something to lean upon, small flutters of the heart from merely a smile and they are yours.
A time of serenity, a time of love and peace with loved ones.
Maybe, just maybe, you’ll find something 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 wrapped up beneath your tree this year~
Blood is life, and all life has value. Value that my Lady can use.
Pray tell, but what would you be doing with it anyway? Surely there’s, better usage!