#vinificator

pros and cons of sleeping with the metal man // accepting. " if i'm reading this right — you're mad because of the fact that i get to put my filthy little paws all over your delicious women. " karl's head tilts back to stare up at the lady dimitrescu, and his eyes squint to accompany the biggest shit-eating grin you've seen in a while. " i hate to be the bearer of bad news, alcina, i really do. but most of your meals have visited my factory long before they stumbled your way. if they start to taste, how should i say it, particularly metallic . . . you'll know why. "

Sincerely, Lord Heisenberg

          "    IT  WAS  INTENDED  to  be  a  surprise  ,  Mother  .  For  tonight  ...  "  A  step  to  the  side  reveals  large  slop  of  cake  :  substitutions  ,  of  course  ,  fitted  to  Alcina's  required  sustenance  .  "  Though  ...  I  suppose  I  did  hope  to  hide  that  it  came  from  another  one  of  your  maids  ...  I  couldn't  wait  ...  I  was  too  hungry  for  the  delivery  .  "

“      Could   I   select   my   own   handmaiden   out   of   one   of   the   girls   ???      ”      She   already   had   a   PARTICULAR   ONE   IN   MIND,      but   she   was   trying   to   be   discreet.      “      I   could   use   some   assistance   to   PREPARE   MY   WEAPONS   for   hunting.      ”

“ One like me, ” Drathenia continued with a smile plucking the corners of her bloody red lips, extending an ashen clawed hand to the other as an invitation. Both monsters among men, a giantess and deadly predator. Yes, Alcina would fit in nicely.

               “ No. “  It’s an answer that’s as simple as that.  No, they don’t know one another  -  not one single bit.  “ But I ‘aint gonna complain if we get to know each other. “  Look at her,  how fucking sensational she is!  “ I ‘aint ever seen a woman like you. “  As tall, as powerful, as god damn beautiful  ( aside from her looking in the mirror, of course. )  “ I’m Pam. “  She wastes no time to give a name. “ And you’re fucking breath-taking. “  

"I'd even let fuckin' Moreau suck my cock if that is the only way of gettin' away from your stink."

           “Oh, I’m not staring. “ Of course, she is in a technical ( and literal ) sense, as her eyes haven’t left the form of the other for longer than is most likely deemed appropriate.  “I’m admiring. “ She settles on,  gaze lowering from the woman’s face and down to her feet which is proving to be one hell of a journey.  “I bet you’re the one they ask to get down the shit from the top shelf.” A smug hum follows her words as she lifts her eyes again to meet Alcina’s.  “If I require a cloud from the sky, I’ll make sure to ask you.” Because christ knows, she’ll be able to reach it.