>>18733114>>18733119Priscilla watches with blatant fascination as Colby becomes consumed by thought. She grins as Colby pats her sides, a clear sign that she instinctively thought of using a weapon kept on her person. And when, after finding herself unarmed, Colby uses her words as a weapon instead, Priscilla is ecstatic at the manner of it. Colby is cold, mechanical in her thought process and most importantly, correct. Everything Priscilla hoped for, and expected of Colby after her defeat of Miss USA.
When Nika smirks, foolishly thinking she got off scot free because Colby hadn't laid a hand on her, Priscilla fixes her gaze on Colby, waiting for a reaction.
And the reaction, when it comes is explosive. The brutality. The suddenness of it all. To Priscilla's mind, it is beautiful. A work of art. As the minute nears completion, Priscilla considers letting Colby continue, just to see exactly how far she would go, but decides to stick to her word.
>Well Colby, I certainly hoped that helped give you a sense of justice about this whole matter>And yes, getting yourself cleaned up would be for the bestWith both arms outstretched, she offers Colby a hug, and whispers in her ear.
>You did what well. You did what was needed. I'm very proud of you. 