Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-25808351-20190713071629

Marcus was half way through the breakfast table already when the figurine of Cyndwella exploded, turning to a violet cloud of flame. There upon Marcus’ lap as he ate ravenously was the Wisp herself. Dressed in her seductive corset, stockings, boots, and frilly underwear, she is staring at Rep King with equal enthusiasm. Her violet flame dancing above her head at the crest of her tiara.

“You disrespected me first when you tried to scuttle me through a portal like a cheap backdoor beauty. Didn’t anyone tell you that a Wisp only relocates at her own discretion or her husband’s? Regardless King pumpernickels.... WHA’CHA WANT?! Can’t you see I’m busy her?!” Cyndwella immediately shifts her attention to Marcus.

“Shmoople, when you get back, can you buy me a big cake? I’ve really had an insatiable desire for cake.”

“Sure thing Cynabun.” Marcus says in a loving tone.