[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

“Music critic…Music critic! Damn straight I’m a music critic. Stormbolt has without doubt the worst taste in music the world has ever known. If I hear any more of his play list… I’m gonna go nuclear Concubine and you won’t like me when I’m nuclear bitch” I snarl at you.

Still as I stand amongst more of Stormbolt’s anime collection, I think to myself the following:

“Humanity… Judgement day cannot come soon enough!”

Still my concubine friend looks smug, I hate smug. So what’s a girl gonna do? Why give the bitch a good hard slap and that is precisely what I proceed to do. I step up to you and slap your face three times in quick succession, which you promptly respond to with equal force. It is at that moment we play a new game… we begin to slap each other in the face, we take turns and exchange slaps in as orderly a way as possible. We begin counting the slaps…97,98….then suddenly Ali’s left hand slips and she hits the iPod and hits shuffle. The inferno device springs into life and this time it spells doom for both me and Ali. Also in this case… I hold up my hands, this musical turn of events is totally Ali’s fault!

I rage….”Ali you fucking Concubine! Will you leave that god damn iPod alone before I call in a few favours and bring forth the fucking rapture!”

https://youtu.be/p47fEXGabaY?si=FA0-A2x1Xoxmgnvf

[Alifightz]

Now my face is stinging on both cheeks but it seems her face is quite red also.  But that may be from her drinking problem.  "Oh go nuclear all you want you trashy IMP.  I already don't like you!  And you couldn't call down a pizza!"  I shot.  "And who says I missed?  This is MUSIC>  I raise my hands in the air and do a little dance my fingers snapping.  As you watch, just so terribly offended I start to throw my slaps at you in time to the music. 

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

As I stand… almost being hypnotised by my concubine rivals pert ass that looks so good when she dances, I take a moment to reflect on tonight’s festivities. I feel as if a rant is forming inside me. But as I consider unleashing it, I bite my tongue for now. I have more important matters to consider such as being slapped senseless to the rhythm of Livin' La Vida Loca.

It’s at times like these I consider trading in my devil horns for a halo. However that wouldn’t be me? I’m a bitch and frankly that fits me like a glove. Still the combination of Ali’s dance and slaps is a potent one… my face which is frankly a mess is getting redder by the second and I’m just standing here. I screech:

“Ow, Ow, Ow,” as every slaps finds its mark…until they don’t. Ali said she was not worried about me going nuclear, well bitch guess what. The launch codes have been inputted and the countdown has begun. In the meantime I scan the room and I grab our old friend HelloKitty and proceed to hit you repeatedly over the head.

I scream at you:

“How do you like that Ali? Getting your skank ass kicked by Hello fucking kitty bitch!”

This attack oddly causes you a lot of pain, which frankly neither of us was expecting. So naturally there was only one thing to do…I decapitated Hello Kitty (Sorry Stormbolt) and stuffed inside was an old bottle. I blow the dust of the label…it says “Old Jinn”

[Alifightz]

I stand there swaying in shock and pain tears standing in my eyes.  "you...you...you killed her  you..KILLED her  You MONSTER!!"  I lunge for you as you pull the old bottle out of her.  "Leave her alone!!"  I see the old dusty bottle and the way gin is spelled.  J-I-N-N.  Well, I'm Jasmine here and I should have a genie at my disposal, not some trumped up whore imp trying to be a devil!  "Give my that, you bitch!!" I shriek, out of my mine.  I reach for your hair then remember an odd reaction you had to something earlier.  I reach over and grab one horn,,,,and rub it gently.  "Who's a good girl?"   

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Just when I think I have my concubine rival all figured out…she throws me the mother of all curve balls. My horns… why did it have to be my horns! Your touch is like electricity and it shimmers down to every part of my body. I feel my knees begin to tremble, as I awkwardly shuffle on the spot. I moan:

“Ali you…you dirty…Mmm that’s good…Bitch!”

Now at this point everyone must be thinking, just rub those horns and I will be putty in their hands. Well yes and no, it only works with girls I find attractive. There I’ve said it, I find Ali attractive.

However this trick will definitely only work for a select few in the mansion tonight and only I know who they are!

But then you say to me “Who’s a good girl?”

I begin to giggle uncontrollably and find myself performing a dance for you. I wiggle and gyrate my pert behind for your eyes and your eyes only, I get so into the role, I slide that bottle of old Jinn down the front of my leather dress. I then proceed to do the following:

<Censored> and then <absolutely censored> and then finally <OMG Super Censored>

Your face is bright red and you go over and stand in a corner. With the bottle still down the front of my dress take a moment to mull over your options. Meanwhile I go to the other corner and play with Hello Kitty’s decapitated head.

[Alifightz]

I really did enjoy the dance them I am shocked by the,,,,things....you do afterward.  But the pitchfork shaped birth make of your <censored> was a bit spot on.  I go to the corner, flustered.  I try to channel my inner Spock.  "Fascinating!  Apparently the "Horns" are actually secondary sexual organs located on her head.  Maybe the equivalent of nipples or even a clitoris.  And they lead her to perform...unusual...acts. Logically speaking I must.."  I walk over and top you and the shoulder when you look up I do <Censored>  The I <WTF??!> then I do <BANNED everywhere but Bangcock>  I do the last one on your left horn.   As you sit there thinking I slip the bottle out of your cleavage.

[NekoKitsune]

"You're a fucking bitch, just a piece of trash who's interfered with my life, but you're not getting anything! Do you hear me, cxnt?"

I gather my last bit of strength and furiously hug Alexa, wrapping my arms and legs around her.

[Olga]

I blink, stunned by the absurdity of it all. Here we are, two broken, bleeding women, trapped in each other's arms, and this fool finds the courage to laugh. To laugh at the utter senselessness of our situation, at the senseless, endless cycle of violence into which we have driven ourselves.
I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to join in, throw my head back and laugh until I drop. But I resist, clenching my jaw, not wanting to give Neko the satisfaction. Instead, I peer into her face, searching for the slightest trace of deception or cunning.

"What are you playing, bitch?" I ask in a low, suspicious voice.
"Is this some kind of joke? Some kind of stupid game?"

I shake my head, a few strands of tangled hair falling into my face. My eyes narrow, flashing an accusatory gaze.

"I'm not falling for any of your tricks, you crazy bitch. I know you're just trying to catch me off guard, to weaken my defenses so you can strike when I can't see."

My grip tightens, squeezing Neko tighter.

You two are crazy psychopaths. I think Neko chose the wrong costume. Jinx from Arcane would have suited her much better.

[Randomnosity25]

Kinda wish Kelly took part in this more. She had an awesome outfit and could definitely do justice to Ms. Marvel's name!

[Olga]

I notice a girl in a Cirilla costume (the costume is pretty torn and doesn't look too impressive), I go up to her (it's Alix_Fights) and say, smiling mysteriously:

"Who is the better witcher, Michal Zebrowski or Henry Cavill? Think carefully, your future depends on this answer."

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

I’m defiled!

You defiled the Devil!!

I sit in a corner of the room, my emotions are all over the place. One part of me is sulking, the other part is thinking that I should visit Bangkok much more often, maybe rent a nice apartment and have a certain concubine join me. I silently mutter to myself:

“I wonder if Ali prefers black or red lingerie..hmm”

But then I ask myself a question which I probably should of asked myself some time ago:

“But wait why does Ali want a crusty old bottle?”

Now I don’t know what’s in the bottle, it’s a liquid yes but that’s all I know. However while I’m a devil I’m also a woman and my feminine side is telling me that if Ali wants it, I need to take it from her!  I stand up determined to take what is of course mine and promptly sit back down…my face goes redder. With this it becomes clear to all that everyone’s favourite Devil clearly needs a cold shower rather badly, still sheepishly I ask Ali:

“Ali where did you learn <Oh My God this is so Super Censored> and how did you with your <Yikes I did not think the human body was this flexible - it’s censored>  and your birth mark on <censored> why does it look an old man performing <OH I can’t believe my eyes - Censored!>  with a pikachu?”

Your moment of glee has deserted you, now you fall to your knees in the corner. Like me your face is bright red and despite wearing a much more revealing outfit, it clearly appears that you too desperately need a cold shower as well. You cling the bottle of old Jinn tightly to your chest.

We exchange glances, then we blush. We try again and we blush even more.

*After much blushing later*

We finally can now at least look each other in the eyes, while there is still the matter of the bottle. I have one burning question:

“Ali when you’re free…we should totally hit Bangkok together! After your performance it’s my new favourite place ever. So Bangkok, you and me sometime - what you say?”

You open your lips to answer but a sudden blushing relapse catches us both off guard.

[NekoKitsune]

I blink, stunned by the absurdity of it all. Here we are, two broken, bleeding women, trapped in each other's arms, and this fool finds the courage to laugh. To laugh at the utter senselessness of our situation, at the senseless, endless cycle of violence into which we have driven ourselves.
I suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to join in, throw my head back and laugh until I drop. But I resist, clenching my jaw, not wanting to give Neko the satisfaction. Instead, I peer into her face, searching for the slightest trace of deception or cunning.

"What are you playing, bitch?" I ask in a low, suspicious voice.
"Is this some kind of joke? Some kind of stupid game?"

I shake my head, a few strands of tangled hair falling into my face. My eyes narrow, flashing an accusatory gaze.

"I'm not falling for any of your tricks, you crazy bitch. I know you're just trying to catch me off guard, to weaken my defenses so you can strike when I can't see."

My grip tightens, squeezing Neko tighter.

You two are crazy psychopaths. I think Neko chose the wrong costume. Jinx from Arcane would have suited her much better.

This is Alexa supposed to be in a Jinx costume, she has no boobs at all 

[NekoKitsune]

 I grab Alexa by the hair and pull her face to mine.
Her eyes burn with fury and despair as I grab her hair and pull her close. Our cheeks touch, our breaths mingle, our hearts beat in a desperate, erratic rhythm. My fingers dig into the soft skin of Alexa's jaw, squeezing with a force that defies our fatigue.

“Stupid bitch,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my voice a low, venomous croak. “Stupid fucking cxnt. You’re just a piece of shit who got into my life. And you’re not getting anything from me. Do you hear me, stupid whore? Nothing!”

[Alix_Fights]

I notice a girl in a Cirilla costume (the costume is pretty torn and doesn't look too impressive), I go up to her (it's Alix_Fights) and say, smiling mysteriously:

"Who is the better witcher, Michal Zebrowski or Henry Cavill? Think carefully, your future depends on this answer."

I'm approached by a larger, Russian brunette, wearing a truly frightening costume, asking an indecipherable question, proposing an answer that will effect my future.  "What do you mean?" I say haltingly, not understanding.

[NekoKitsune]

I grab Alexa by the hair and pull her face to mine.
Her eyes burn with fury and despair as I grab her hair and pull her close. Our cheeks touch, our breaths mingle, our hearts beat in a desperate, erratic rhythm. My fingers dig into the soft skin of Alexa's jaw, squeezing with a force that defies our fatigue.

“Stupid bitch,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my voice a low, venomous croak. “Stupid fucking cxnt. You’re just a piece of shit who got into my life. And you’re not getting anything from me. Do you hear me, stupid whore? Nothing!”

My fingers dig into Neko's jaw, as if mirroring her grip, holding her in place. I look into Yana's eyes, seeing the madness and despair seething in their depths. A cruel smile twists my bloodied, split lips.

"Messed up in your life?" I laugh, a harsh, raspy laugh devoid of humor. "I didn't ruin your life, whore. I just showed you what you really are. A crazy, cruel bitch, just like me."

I lean closer until our noses touch, until my lips touch Neko's in a terrible parody of a kiss. "You and I are the same. Two sides of the same damn coin. And you'll never be free of me, no matter how much you try to deny it."
My voice drops to a low, piercing whisper, my gaze piercing Neko with feverish, almost religious fervor. "You can call me whatever you want, Yana. You can fight me, hate me, but you can't escape the truth. In the end, you will be mine. You will always be mine."

I emphasize my words by sharply biting Neko's lower lip, squeezing out a drop of blood that mingles with the sweat and dirt on their skin and trickles down. I stick out my tongue, licking the crimson drop, tasting its essence.

"Surrender, Yana," I whisper, my voice a seductive purr. "Give yourself to me. Embrace your true self. And maybe, just maybe, I'll show you the pleasure of surrender."

"No, bitch, you give in and then maybe you can get out of here," but that's just empty bravado, there's really nothing more we can do to each other.