Snippet #2042674

Anastasia laid across a large, throne-like chair, her legs haphazardly thrown over the arm rest. Her long, brown hair spilled over the other arm, nearly dragging the floor. The young girl had a cigarette blazing in her left hand and was clothed head to toe in gouache clothing. She gazed over at the rat-like man, her green eyes piercing through his very soul.

"My master is... unavailable...right now, but I already know what he'll say.." she says with a small grin, "That we should kill you."
She smirks at him, her full champagne lips curling up in the cruel gesture.

She flicks the cherry of her cigarette to the ground and butts it out, pulling herself up out of the throne, walking toward him.

"Don't like that deter you from showing me your..object of interest though," she coos, dancing around him.