Menander Giaquinto's Emporium of Lovin'

That infuriating man and his infuriating pants!
I hate them! He got them just to annoy me, I know it. Even as he sleeps on the couch and acts as if he is doing me a favour. "Wouldn't want the lights to shine in your eyes, Menni!" he says. Bah!

He has the audacity to criticize me, he who has never known poverty, who has never worked a full day in his life, tells me how to run my affairs. I built up my fortune through my own labours, not daddy's handouts, and made something of myself. Without my money, my continuing efforts, how could he have retired so young, opened up that damnable club, lived in such luxury?!? And damn him for Reflections; I know he looks at the ladies, all those young ladies, with his lustful gaze, yes, even Lerah. Given half a chance, he would fuck any one of them; he is a creature for whom beauty knows no gender.

Don't leave me, darling.

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: Gerhard snoring

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