Wave after wave of conflicting emotions wash over Amy freezing her on the spot. Pride at being cheered on by The Yellow Empress
>>18251618, bewilderment and sadness at Jen storming out of the party
>>18253106, fury at Miss USA's continued desecration of Colby's birthday celebration
>>18252737, and terror at Priscilla Divine's unexpected arrival
>>18251998Unsure of what exactly to do but feeling a desperate need to do something Amy reaches for a large sharp knife that had been left on the table immediately to her right by the serving staff, possibly intended to slice Colby's birthday cake at the end of the evening. She holds the knife firmly by the handle and with all of her anger and frustration drives it into the table with an almighty thud that silences the room.
>"SECURITY! WHAT AM I PAYING YOU PEOPLE FOR? THROW THE TRESPASSER OUT!"Four security guards advance on Priscilla Divine and Miss USA but hesitate, seemingly unsure of exactly who to apprehend.
>"THE TALLER ONE! FOR FUCK SAKE!"Amy turns to address the serving staff and gestures to the carnage.
>"I want this mess cleaned up in under FIVE MINUTES, I want the birthday cake out here in TEN and so help me God I want a glass of champagne in Madame Divine's hand within the next THIRTY SECONDS."Hoping Priscilla Divine is not too furious but this turn of events Amy addresses her directly.
>"Tilgiv mig, Madame Divine, jeg vil forklare alt senere."As Miss USA is grabbed by both arms Amy notices Sapphire has almost left the room. With Nikki and Priscilla both staring at her she racks her brain for something to say that might salvage this situation.
>"Security, take Miss USA..."She licks her lips and grins.
>"...to the dungeon." 