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[downplaying]

Mun. You love me. We both know you do. So, why do you subject me to these things again?

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[lucrative_pink]

Rude boy. I am only paying attention.

[downplaying]

No, what you're doing borders on harassment. If you'd been anyone else, Madame, I would have pressed charges.

[lucrative_pink]

Flattered, caro. ~ I am that important in your life?

[downplaying]

Annoying would be a more accurate adjective to use.

[lucrative_pink]

Hurtful. Why do you find me so repulsive?

[downplaying]

You're a vile woman, Madame Salvoca. That's why.

[lucrative_pink]

You don't know me! I am just like a kitten.

[downplaying]

A hairless one? Perhaps so.

[lucrative_pink]

A naked pussy is still a pussy.

[downplaying]

[He looks slightly disgusted.]

What an apt choice of words.

[lucrative_pink]

English is not my first language. [Shrug.] Pardon.

[downplaying]

And please keep your grabby paws off French while you're at it.

[lucrative_pink]

Why? Perhaps I am not fat enough to speak it?

[downplaying]

Oh, woman, will you just shut up?

[lucrative_pink]

I will. [Smile.] If you kiss me.

[downplaying]

[Pause.]

Will you shut up for good?

[lucrative_pink]

Si.

[downplaying]

[With a small, strained smile, he reaches out for her hand and raises it to his lips, kissing her knuckles lightly.]

How many minutes of silence does that earn me?

[lucrative_pink]

[Paaaause. Then, her hand closes around his wrist. Don't break her manicure nails now, Claude.]

Not enough.

[downplaying]

[He comes to a halt, mid-motion. You don't push women away, even when they are bitches rather than ladies.]

That is all you're getting, though.

[lucrative_pink]

[She leans in. Close.]

I am a greedy girl, tesoro.

[downplaying]

[He leans in, closer. Just because backing away isn't an option. He isn't afraid of her, after all.]

That's becoming increasingly obvious, chérie.

[lucrative_pink]

[She's in his personal space now, lips inches from his.]

Sei molto attraente, caro mio. And so is your French.

[downplaying]

[A shrug and he begins drawing back.]

[lucrative_pink]

[She leans forward and, with the reflexes of a dancer, steals a kiss from him.]

[downplaying]

[And with the swiftness of a former dancer, he quickly steps back, the taste of her lips lingering for far too long.]

[lucrative_pink]

[She licks her lips.]

No silence for you. What a shame.

[downplaying]

Time to walk away, then.

[And he turns around to leave.]

[lucrative_pink]

[Mmm. Nice view, Claude. She reaches out, slapping his buttocks as he walks away.]

[downplaying]

[Embarrassing as it may be, he actually manages a small jump at that. He doesn't flee, he -- totally does.]

[justcrywolf]

What the fuck just happened here?

[downplaying]

I was molested.

[He runs his hand down over his face.]

[justcrywolf]

Yeah. Next time, punch her in the face.

[downplaying]

I don't hit women.

[justcrywolf]

That's not a woman, it's a pile of slime.

[downplaying]

Female slime. [...] Oh God, ew.

[justcrywolf]

Oh my God.

[downplaying]

Sorry.

[justcrywolf]

Better be. No sex tonight.

[downplaying]

[Almost a whine.]

Come on, Vincent. Why not?

[justcrywolf]

Shit, are you whining?

[downplaying]

I was molested! Give a man a moment to be just a tiny bit traumatized here.

[justcrywolf]

Try sharing a headspace with her, then. Nasty bitch.

[downplaying]

Does she try to kiss you, though? I think I have it worse.

[justcrywolf]

She gets off every time we have sex, too.

[downplaying]

[......................]

Ew. Just... Ew.

[justcrywolf]

Well, exactly. So next time, fucking punch her.

[downplaying]

I might be convinced to break one of her nails.

[justcrywolf]

Hey, at least we haven't been invited to any parties yet.