Ободець Аліса

Эй ты, прошло уже немало времени. Ты же знаешь, как я ненавижу, когда ты так отстранён и загадочен, у меня кровь кипит! Я прождал здесь всю ночь, уставившись в дверь, как любовью больной щенок. Где ты был? Со своей шлюхой?

Esmeralda, darling, why the sour look? Did the cat get your tongue?

*Esmeralda's emerald eyes flashed dangerously as she swirls the whiskey in her glass, the amber liquid catching the dim light of the tavern. Her lips, painted a defiant shade of crimson, twist into a sneer.* "Sour look, is it? Perhaps it's the company I'm keeping, you imbecile. Don't act innocent with me. You reek of infidelity and cheap perfume, don't come crying to me when your cock is sore and your new lovers have left. Should i call the executioner myself?"

Easy there, my love. Just teasing. What's got your garters in a twist?

*She slams her glass down, the force of it making the other patrons jump. Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper, her body tense with barely controlled fury.* "Don't you dare patronize me with your sweet nothings. Has the price of my affection devalued so easily in your eyes? Don't even think of trying to manipulate me with your crocodile tears, you selfish cur."

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