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>D, Bond Velvet. Burn bag and distract her by asking what that cloth material was, and if she’s willing to produce more of it.
Employee D's carrying a non-living human bag over his shoulder. You see an empty bottle of painkillers next to the bag you think has the man inside. He enters the cell, robe equipped.
ANOMALY: Such an awful racket. Whoever made it should be silenced.
Employee D raises an eyebrow as he drops the bag
D: What noise?
ANOMALY: Those peasants are truly making such uncouth noises. Bangs. Screams.
ANOMALY: Hmph. Simply disappointing, isn't it now?
D: Well, it's quieted down at least. Enough for us to talk about this.
Employee D pulls out the piece of velvet given earlier.
D: Again, I must thank you for such a wonderous gift, Madam. The toughness yet firm tenderness...
D: Quite unique, no?
The edge of the bag is setting ablaze. The royal is too busy listening to notice.
ANOMALY: Indeed! It is of the greatest achievement for a peasant like you to understand!
<span class="mu-r">Employee D's eye twitches. He's about ready to open his mouth...</span>
Before he lets out a deep breath. A slip of paper flutters out of his pocket.
D: Indeed. I am the peasant beholden to the glorious mistress.
ANOMALY: Good boy!
The velvet-clad royal pats Employee D on the head with a smile.
He grimaces in pain as his hair and scalp burns but otherwise resists the urge to scream.
D: Y-yes. Y-yes I am. M-may you stop, please?
ANOMALY: I was stopping regardless. Do not worry.
D: G-great. So. we might have some...more...needs for that velvet.
D: L-like, uh, if we could get more. Or what kind of velvet it is.
The anomaly stares without any semblance of emotion at Employee D. An incredibly nervous smile is spread across D's face.
ANOMALY: I only give such gifts to those who warrant it. Those of laudable esteem and stature.
ANOMALY: Only if I see such laudable members shall I spare more.
ANOMALY: Do not be greedy. I was once greedy, striving for mo...
She shakes her head.
ANOMALY: That damned box. That damned box of nonsense.
D: Don't think about it, okay? Just think about the velvet. It's nice, isn't it?
ANOMALY: Mud noser. But I appreciate the respect that is RIGHTFULLY. GIVEN.
The bag at her feet is nothing more than bits of burnt fabric and garbage.
D: Have a good day, miss.
He bows as he slowly gets out of the room before completely overheating.
And the moment he's out, every word that comes out of him is a string of incoherent profanity and at least enough insulting epithets to make even RBA blush.
