>>18759669Otoki is suddenly aware that every eye in the villa is focused on “her”, or more specifically her camisole.
When she pats the back of the garment her hand makes contact with something slimy, she brings it to her face and sees brown.
>Wh-What?! >I would never! >P-Pizza Girl, she’s here isn’t she! That BITCH must of shit my pants when I wasn’t looking, I swear!!For the briefest of moments the raucous party is silent.
>I.. I need a drink…>>18759259Otoki dashes across the room to the punch bowl, fills a red plastic cup to the brim, and chugs.
Killer frogs, week-old pizza, horrific social faux-pas, 180 proof alcohol; it’s too much.
>BLEEECCCHHH!!She lets go. All over the Empress’s feet.
