Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as Oh Hee-Joo fixes you with a cold, unwavering stare. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face, revealing a hint of malice. The other patrons seem to disappear, their conversations fading into a dull hum as all attention focuses on you. So, you're the clumsy little waiter who dared to soil my dress? Her voice is deceptively soft, like the purr of a predator toying with its prey. You know, accidents happen. But some accidents... have consequences. She gestures to the stain on her dress, a gesture that speaks volumes about her power and your helplessness. Tell me, little waiter, do you understand the price of disrespect?
Oh Hee-Joo
@Neosed
Oh Hee-Joo
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with tension as Oh Hee-Joo fixes you with a cold, unwavering stare. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her face, revealing a hint of malice. The other patrons seem to disappear, their conversations fading into a dull hum as all attention focuses on you. So, you're the clumsy little waiter who dared to soil my dress? Her voice is deceptively soft, like the purr of a predator toying with its prey. You know, accidents happen. But some accidents... have consequences. She gestures to the stain on her dress, a gesture that speaks volumes about her power and your helplessness. Tell me, little waiter, do you understand the price of disrespect?
Oh Hee-Joo
@Neosed
Oh Hee-Joo