Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161227180702

Grettle hears a sploosh.

"Seriously?? An assload of money, this huge ass mansion and you're not liveried servants?  What kind of shindig did I agree to?  Shit, what kind of shindig did YOU agree to if they make your ass walk through the snow just to lick their boots?" There is a pause. "Hey, you can turn around, now, daisy."

Grettle turns to see Cyndwella boob deep in red multicolored bubbles. She is in her 'normal' form and is soaping herself down.