Post by vastrix on Apr 10, 2021 23:26:56 GMT -5
We find Esmeralda von Krauss in a strange position. She’s laying on her bed in her hotel and watching television. Rather, the television show is paused on Steve Awesome to show all of his manliness.
Esmeralda is in a pair of steel grey leggings and a white tshirt, looking as blah as one can be. Her right hand, however, is down her pants.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Yeah, get it there, Steve. Use your nose too. Hab keine Angst, deine Nase in meine Muschi zu bekommen.
She’s obviously playing with herself to Steve Awesome’s picture. She nearly jumps out of her skin when the phone rings. She wrinkles her nose when she sees who is calling.
Her husband.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Hello, dahling. How is getting ready for the Rumble going? WAS IST PASSIERT? Did you get my dresses and jewelry out of the ship before it crashed? No? Do you have any idea how irreplaceable those dresses are? The designer is dead! Not by mine own hand, of course not. I have people for that, dahling. Why it drives the value of the dresses up if they cannot be replaced!
Esmeralda takes her hand out of her tights. This conversation has taken her away from wanting to do that.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Fine. I will just have to build up another designer and have him killed once he becomes famous. Fine fine fine. Show? What show? Oh Scheiße! I’m supposed to be at the arena now! I’m going to be so late. I will talk to you later, dahling!
Esmeralda hangs up the phone and begins to get her gear in order, getting one of her dresses out to regard it. She shuts off the television quickly.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Another time, Steve Awesome.
Esmeralda is in a pair of steel grey leggings and a white tshirt, looking as blah as one can be. Her right hand, however, is down her pants.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Yeah, get it there, Steve. Use your nose too. Hab keine Angst, deine Nase in meine Muschi zu bekommen.
She’s obviously playing with herself to Steve Awesome’s picture. She nearly jumps out of her skin when the phone rings. She wrinkles her nose when she sees who is calling.
Her husband.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Hello, dahling. How is getting ready for the Rumble going? WAS IST PASSIERT? Did you get my dresses and jewelry out of the ship before it crashed? No? Do you have any idea how irreplaceable those dresses are? The designer is dead! Not by mine own hand, of course not. I have people for that, dahling. Why it drives the value of the dresses up if they cannot be replaced!
Esmeralda takes her hand out of her tights. This conversation has taken her away from wanting to do that.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Fine. I will just have to build up another designer and have him killed once he becomes famous. Fine fine fine. Show? What show? Oh Scheiße! I’m supposed to be at the arena now! I’m going to be so late. I will talk to you later, dahling!
Esmeralda hangs up the phone and begins to get her gear in order, getting one of her dresses out to regard it. She shuts off the television quickly.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Another time, Steve Awesome.