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Hi there, hello. Snicker Ok, okay. I promise I won't do that too much. Remember, promises are just frivolous excuses to get punished later. Anyway, on to me. Imaginary drumroll sounds My name is Faith. You might have noticed that I'm a bit insane and vocally proud of it. I'm also an out and out proud submissive in the irl sense. As a writer, I'm much more flexible but I still definitely have a sub lean to my preferences. Shocker, I know. Unimpressed cricket noises Geez, tough crowd. Now, I promise you I don't roleplay like this. It's more or less my flair for the dramatic that causes it. I've been an on

As Aldert Helsink retreated, Missy lingered to watch him go. Something in the older man's affect whispered suspicions that he would not be heading for the exit, but it was far from her main priority at the moment. Cutting for the stage steps on the wings, Missy clutched at her skirt, her steps punctuating the speed of her approach across the boards. Passing Edmund on her way, she paused long enough to fix him with a pointed stare and whisper, "I'll be by to recover Miss Montgomery later. Can I trust your brass butler has enough sense not to take a lady of her caliber to the Golden Stag?" Whatever his answer, Missy did not break her