You've gotten better at knowing how to treat a woman.
[Fantasma finally speaks, using Mammon's Mist flames for a manufactured voice. Even with the opportunity, however, she's still rather quiet, preferring to speak with actions.]
[Considering this means, much like Mammon, that the particular action for tonight is sidling up against their boss' sides in a way that involves maybe a bit of boob pressing... Well. Lying with actions. That seems to be more appropriate.]
[It's nice to see Xanxus in his more appropriate element, threatening people with all the careless rage of someone gesturing far too close with a very sharp knife. Comforting, in its own twisted way. When the room is finally cleared out, Mammon kicks the door shut behind them.]
[This will do, they suppose.]
We really are surprised you recognize us. [It'd been a hope that the illusion would jog something, but they hadn't been really counting on it.]
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[Fantasma finally speaks, using Mammon's Mist flames for a manufactured voice. Even with the opportunity, however, she's still rather quiet, preferring to speak with actions.]
[Considering this means, much like Mammon, that the particular action for tonight is sidling up against their boss' sides in a way that involves maybe a bit of boob pressing... Well. Lying with actions. That seems to be more appropriate.]
[It's nice to see Xanxus in his more appropriate element, threatening people with all the careless rage of someone gesturing far too close with a very sharp knife. Comforting, in its own twisted way. When the room is finally cleared out, Mammon kicks the door shut behind them.]
[This will do, they suppose.]
We really are surprised you recognize us. [It'd been a hope that the illusion would jog something, but they hadn't been really counting on it.]