>>49387394You just KNOW she'd relish dabbing on trannies, flaunting around her goods and remininding them of what they can never have. She'd be subtle about it—a casual stretch here, a lean forward there, the flip of her luscious vibrant hair—all to put disgusting faggots with their bleached hair, five o' clock shadows and horrendous fashion totally and utterly in their place. She'd take to it like a shark to blood, seeking them out specifically to hound them, finding out their flaws and insecurities to point out at her leisure—with a voice like honey and the innocent eyes of an angel.
It'd be easy, so overwhelmingly easy, to assert her natural superiority over them, to make them hate themselves with bitter ardor, she'd do it as often as she could—perhaps by befriending them, and keeping them around her to covertly harrass, to peck away at their ego and slowly chip away at their mental stability until it collapses, corroding their minds into despair like a venom that eats away at the body, savoring with delight every second of the process. Ever the poison-type trainer, that Klara!
Whenever they inevitably kill themselves, she'd attend the funeral with a broken heart, crying the loudest—garnering the support and pity of all present. Then, she'd take it a step further, and speak out against the tragedy of it all, damning society and crying out for some change—getting herself trending on social media, appearing in all sorts of interviews, shaking hands with powerful people—just so happening to boost her album sales and popularity in the process. Then, once things quiet down, she'd find herself a new victim, and do it all over again!
My wife is such a smart cookie!
