The undead have stressful days too, it's the reason Vindicta spends so much time in one of Mina's luxury homes.
A home, a hearth, and a hole. All things she'll enjoy.
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.
// 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
// 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
@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.
@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.”
@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]”