in which Irene is not a good person.

[thedominatrix]

So. A dungeon, some choice repeat clients, plenty of passing encounters, a repeat offender of a lover, a friend with assorted benefits who might actually be less honest than I am, something you won't stop calling a 'business threesome' and not one, not two but three geniuses all to myself- goodness. You spoil me. I'm not complaining. Honestly, sometimes I have to think we make an excellent team. And how long has it been since I had a St Andrew's Cross of my very own, anyway?

But it's all very settled, isn't it? I'm being so nice to everyone. God, even the Iceman's warming to me, in his way. Which is all very pleasant, of course. It's also useful- don't you think?

Come on. We've done enough harmless, sexy naughtiness. Let's do something bad instead.

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[fuckyouboots]

Your life sounds so droll without me in it.

[thedominatrix]

You're missed. But I think most of Baedal sleeps better now you're gone.

[That is such a compliment.]

[fuckyouboots]

That's because they were boring. I brought the spice they never knew they needed.

[thedominatrix]

The spice they needed but lived in terror of. And now look at me, I've got to terrify for the both of us- but I think I'm managing.

[fuckyouboots]

Terrorizing by just you alone tends to lack that certain je ne sais quoi. You'll never make it to top status without me.

[thedominatrix]

If it cheers you up when you're missing me, you're welcome to keep thinking that.

[fuckyouboots]

Missing you requires me to care. I got better things to do than that.

[Lies. She totally misses her potential partner-in-crime.]

[thedominatrix]

Really? Come on. You've never met anyone like me before. You're curious.

[fuckyouboots]

Please. I've been around the block and back again three times. You're not brand new information to me.

[thedominatrix]

Liar. But you misunderstand me. You're curious about how far you can push me. And it's mutual. And we never got to find out. Of course you miss me; I'm an unanswered question- and who else is going to strip off in a designer boutique with you for the sake of proving a point?

[fuckyouboots]

Any other of my friends. Try again to impress me, Irene. Maybe it'll work this time.

[thedominatrix]

Dear, like it or not, you just counted me as one of your friends. I must be doing something right.

[Matching grins! They are the most worrying of friends.]

[fuckyouboots]

Or doing everything completely wrong and I find entertainment in that.

[Indeed.]

[thedominatrix]

Oh, please- those people are sources of entertainment on rainy days, not friends.

[fuckyouboots]

So you're counting yourself as one of those sources?

[thedominatrix]

No, I'm telling you I know that type and I'm not one of them. As we both know.

[uss]

I'll second that.

[thedominatrix]

[Her eyebrows go up, TARGET ACQUIRED-- no.

With a grin:]

Careful what you wish for.

[uss]

[ BRING IT ON ]

Yeah, careful's not really my style.

[thedominatrix]

No, I didn't think so. I know a version of you.

[rhinemaid]

Like what?

[thedominatrix]

Causing trouble instead of slight outrage.

I suppose there's always the Militia.

[Because fucking with the Militia is a well-established road to success!]

[rhinemaid]

Well. Try not to get black-bagged.

[thedominatrix]

I swear on my life I won't die.

[rhinemaid]

That might actually be preferable, judging by how they operate.

[ ... optimists r us ]

[thedominatrix]

...Thank you for that, Ilde.

Whatever I do, it won't be direct. That's not exactly how I work.

[mightyfallen]

Can I request an exemption? Preemptively. Maybe a small sphere of exemption.

Just curious.

[thedominatrix]

Mm...

[She makes a thoughtful noise and leans in, grinning.]

Sorry. I don't do requests. You're just going to have to make me like you.

[controlledvariable]

Should I be keeping an even closer eye on you than I already am?

[thedominatrix]

Now why would I ever give you an honest answer to that?

[controlledvariable]

Pretty sure you'd agree that even a non-truthful answer can tell someone a lot.