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Bombshell: Confrontation
🕑 Added 2024-11-19 20:00:06 +0000 UTC"Why, aren't you a pretty little thing?" the duke asked, leering down at her. Ugh, sometimes I wish this disguise didn't work quite so well,
"Why, aren't you a pretty little thing?" the duke asked, leering down at her.
Ugh, sometimes I wish this disguise didn't work quite so well, Bombshell thought to herself. But maybe she could play this to her advantage.
"Yeah... and you're clearly the big guy around here, huh?" she asked, a bit defiantly. "Well, do you like what you see? What're you doing keeping all these dullards around here, huh?" she waved her hand at the party. "Seems like it'd be a lot more interesting if this was a more... intimate party, if you know what I mean." She tried her best to be coy but suggestive enough to get his interest.
"Vixen," he said, laughing. "If you're interested, perhaps we could have some more fun tonight, but sadly I do have some business to attend to first. But if you like, why don't you join me on the verandah in ten minutes?"
Excellent, she thought to herself. If all I need to do is blow the verandah, then I don't even need to evacuate all these extra people.
But no, that doesn't work--she still needed to stop the deal from going through.
"Eh, sounds boring," she muttered, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. "Typical men. Business business business. I guess you don't really like what you see, then. Maybe I'll go find find a middle eastern prince." She was sure there were a few of those floating around this party.
For a moment The Duke stewed. "Maybe you are right... I'm sure business could wait a short while. Come. Why don't I show you the gardens now? I'm sure we can find somewhere more... intimate..."
Bombshell tried not to jump for joy. Here we go--
