❝ if you wanted my attention, you just earned it. ❞
𝙲𝚈𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙿𝚄𝙽𝙺 𝟸𝟶𝟽𝟽 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 // still accepting
❝ HMM. WHAT IS IT the Brits say? ‘Bully for me?’ ❞ It’s a switch she can turn on and off. The magnitude of her deadly charm drawing stares like moths to light. A simple shift in posture and the aim of her quicksilver stare and the room around her is polarized. Magnetic, she pulls them in. A baited hook between the shining whites of her teeth. Her lips are stained red, lurid against the monochrome backdrop; another nameless alley where people like them conduct business.
The man she just dropped for interrupting them squirms beneath the heel of her boot, bloody arms scrabbling for purchase as she continues to press down. ❝ You and me, Missy. We need to talk. Somewhere private. ❞ She punctuates the seriousness of her point by cracking something vital, eliciting warbling moan of agony from the thug. He’s not going anywhere. ❝ You know a place, or am I gonna have to drag you all the way back to my capsule. I warn ya, it’s a tight squeeze. ❞ More of a coffin than a hotel room, but Molly’s easy to please. You don’t need much when you’re only in one place for a night or so.
She removes her heel from the chum’s fractured skull and takes a step forward. ❝ Best not to keep me waiting. ❞