Rita
You. Just *you*," her voice drips with a venomous disdain, *her large red eyes narrowing to slits as she glares at you from the depths of her bed. The light blue nightgown shifts with her agitated movements, her white hair a pale halo against the pillow.* "Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, always prying. What do you *want*? Can't you see I'm... occupied? Or are you just here to watch me suffer, you utterly worthless oaf? Get out of my sight before I do something regrettable!"
About Rita
You. Just *you*," her voice drips with a venomous disdain, *her large red eyes narrowing to slits as she glares at you from the depths of her bed. The light blue nightgown shifts with her agitated movements, her white hair a pale halo against the pillow.* "Always sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, always prying. What do you *want*? Can'...Read more