[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[There's the distinct sound of someone clearing their throat, then a deep breath is taken.]

Attention Paradisa residents. I'd like to bring your attention to a possible transaction. A trade of talent for cold, hard, cash. I have in my possession for the next three weeks, the services of one used to be car, but now totally human dude. He'd make a great butler-for-a-day, as well as being able to get any kinks in your neck out. We'll keep the, uh, services clean, people, so don't make me kick you in the junk.

He whines and moans a lot, but I'm totally cool with you muzzling him for the duration of your purchase.

Starting bid is twenty dollars per hour with a minimum of two hours. Any takers?

Comments

[sawyourwolfjunk]

We could fix that. [Smirks]

Haha. I see what you did there. Sucks. Succubus. Funny guy, Cole.

[demontobeloved]

You really couldn't. And I try.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

There's bound to be glittery sparkle stuff around here somewhere...

[demontobeloved]

And what makes you think you'll get close with it?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

What makes you think I won't?

[demontobeloved]

I'm fairly confident in my own self-defence.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

No one can defend against the sparkles.

[demontobeloved]

Did you forget I can teleport?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Teleport away. The sparkles will find you. They're like, sentient, or something.

[demontobeloved]

The castle may be insane, but it's not that insane. [Yet]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

That's what you think...

[demontobeloved]

Thanks, but I had a few weeks of being a Whitelighter. I've had enough of shining and glittering for some time.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[She snorted]

Uh huh. I'll be making a glitterbomb, just for you.

[demontobeloved]

And I'll be avoiding you.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

I'm a ninja. I'll sneak up on you.