Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161227171831

She rubs her eyes. "What?? Do you people not wake anyone up for breakfast around here??  What kinda maids are you??" She sneers. "Aahhh, freakin' ferget it. Just get me whatever food you have and ten or twelve knives.  Good ones, too, not that cheap shit.  And some chocolate syrup.  And four pints of pigeon's blood."

With a BAMF a full, steaming tub appears in the middle of the floor. The candles burst into flame, and she begins stripping down, tossing her clothes onto the floor.