I slipped on a "soft" and "Shimmery" dress - it looked suspiciously like that cotton dress I wore a few years ago, but okay... if they say it's a silk dress, I will believe them.
For once...for once! I didn't have to wear that offending wig on my head. That one that came from a questionable man's underwear. My squats were 16 to 15, so I got a blonde wig.
So let us review - a blonde wig, a silk dress and some sexy cologne. Doesn't that sound irresistble?
And STILL I am not dressed to impressed.
I mean, look at me!
I look fabulous, don't I?!
I even have the concubine...umm, lady-like hand clasp down perfectly!
Bitches are just jealous!
See? The men think me beautiful.
What's the Don's problem?!?!
I also had a revelation...maybe my hatred for Aerith really stems from this whole incident and not her whorish ways with that whole Zach thing. She builds up my confidence...
...only to stab in the back later on. That stupid biatch!
By the way, what was Tifa doing before I found her? Did you see this room?!
Scary stuff, that.
But not nearly a fraction of what's to come at the HoneyBee Manor.
Thinking about what lies ahead makes me have the immediate reaction:
Ow. It hurts.
