(She smirked, and a hand shot up, to grab her hair and yank her down, their eyes staring hard into one another.)
watch it cunt, you're a good lay, with a nice pussy.
but if you start talkin like I betrayed my home, I'm going to make sure you leave crawlin out my door.
Yeah . I can fucking tell the states got to ya . Next thing I turn around I expect to see a poster of an eagle picking a baseball with it's claw . .
( Walking over to the bed , getting on top of it and crawling up to the treasurer , staring into her eyes like it's a contest . )
Right.
Sorry to tell you, darlin', but we ain't back in the UK anymore.
(she snorted, slapping her lap, as if telling the girl to straddle her. Imani wouldn't admit it, but she liked her little prissy attitude)
I ain't no fucking queen but you're the asshole who asked me to pay you a visit . We british people are suppossed to be gentlemen y'know .
( Still coming in , closing the door behind her for whatever reason , eyes shamelessly running the dark body . )
(Imani stared up, as she laid in her bed, wearing booty shorts, with her dick hanging out one of the pant legs, while she wore a crop top, and a gold bikini bra underneath, she rose an eyebrow.)
what, think you're the bloody queen ? need me to announce your fat ass enterin ?
( Coming in . Baggy football shirt , Imani Knight name on the back as she stands by the door . Arms crossed , leaning by the doorframe . She expects an invitation . )
// Imani is a greedy bitch btw, and she pretty much acts like she doesn't give a fuck half the time, honestly she's like Shikamaru (naruto), smart as hell, but gives two fucks about applying it unless money is involved.