Come and find me sitting in my favourite cafe, patiently and quietly with my chess set, waiting for any inferior pigs who want to test themselves and risk the utter delight of being publicly humiliated by a woman. Full details in comments.
Goddess Cranwell is requesting a meeting with Goddess Alex at her estate. It is at a middle point between Venus and Freya, so Cadets as an assurance for safety are welcome.
*Private Journal Entry* My apartment smells like a fucking greenhouse because of Lockcock's constant pot use. He is using because of his PTSD from being left on the whipping post for 6 months. I want this mentally ill motherfucker out of my apartment. W
