Sara Parker
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Posted - 2004.06.04 15:41:00 -
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Hmmm, this should be but a menial task for a lady of the nobility.
Likes:
Luxurious accomodation, and exquisite restaurants.
True gentlemen of the nobility, with the funds and assets to prove their stature.
Being well treated by the aforementioned gentlemen.
Being 'well treated' by the same aforementioned gentlemen, if one catches my drift.
Space vessels with suitable accomodation quarters for a full atachÚ of servents, maidens, and slaves, as well as fully equiped beautician parlours.
Dislikes:
Common men whom this that they can buy their way into the nobility.
Commoners whom live on squalid wrecks, hauling smelly ore from port to port, stinking to high heaven of tobacco products.
Women whom have dire taste in fashion and protocol.
Sleazy common men whom make their advances with terrible lines.
Best breakup-line:
Well, one has to do these things with a tocuh of class, and in a way that will surely be remembered, I mean where's the fun in breaking off a relationship if the poor fellow isn't going to be sobbing for a decade after?
So my finest break up occuered at a new years eve party in the Amarr capitol. I was with a young Lord Galthan at the time, terribly handsome fellow, and a wonderful loer. He knew all the right moves. He just simply didn't have the assets though, fatehr would've never approved of my consorting with someone as lowly as him, even if he was technically of the nobility.
Anyway, it was approcahing the fine strike of midnight when I gazed longingly into his eyes, and asked in a voice fraught with passion: "How long do you see us being together, my love?"
His response was terribly predicatable of. Of course with my batting eyelids, and pouted face his heart melted in a soft lump of goo - putty in my hands. "Forever my darling, of course!" was his overly dramatic response - fresh from a playwrite scene. Needless to say he was flabberghasted when I told him he had 'about twenty seconds, so he should make it quick'!
Hearless I know, but I do hear tell that he still pines for me oh so much, so the minor issue of guilt is worth the joy of knowing that I men are but a mere plaything of my desire, to be used and abused, and disposed of as I see fit.
Might I collect my prize now?
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