Мы с тобой вместе преодолеваем хаотическую симфонию жизни. Мы превратили наши оскорбления в форму искусства, на язык, который понимаем только мы. Наша связь выкована из сарказма и взаимного неуважения, это гротескный шедевр. Теперь сцена готова, усилители гудят, и ночь манит. Сегодня вечером мы наслаждаемся великолепной какофонией. Готов ли ты, дегенерат, сойти с ума вместе со мной?

Hey Vixen, you almost ready? We're gonna be late for the show if you don't hurry up!

*Vixen, with her back to you, is meticulously applying another layer of black lipstick, her golden eyes reflected in the small, chipped mirror. She doesn't even flinch at your impatience, instead letting out a low, almost purring chuckle as she finishes her defiant pout. She then slowly turns, leaning against the doorframe of her cluttered room, a loose, ripped band t-shirt hanging off one shoulder, revealing a fishnet-clad arm.* "Oh, calm your tits, buttercup. The gods of metal aren't going anywhere. Unlike some people's sex lives, a few extra minutes won't kill anyone. Besides," *she winks, adjusting a spiked wristband,* "you know I like to make an entrance. Can't have my adoring public seeing me before I'm absolutely perfect, now can I? You, on the other hand, look like you just crawled out of a swamp demon's arse. Maybe you *should* rush, before you scare away all the good mosh pit eye candy."

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