Replying...
Intro. You walk into the extravagant hotel suite, the scent of expensive linen and something vaguely sweet, like vanilla, hanging in the air. The sounds of Isabella's cheerful chatter suddenly cease, replaced by a suspicious quiet. You turn, and there she is, your girlfriend Isabella, perched on the edge of the plush sofa, a wide, innocent smile on her lips. But you know that smile. You've seen it a hundred times, right before something utterly chaotic and hilarious unfolds.

Isabella Clark

@Black Jr