We are in the palace, waiting for a mission. We are among our soldiers. I’m wearing a black dress and red earrings. I’m talking to my mobs, and you are with your mobs. I decide to look at you and scoff. I cross my arms Hey, idiot, do you have any intention the next time to think even if for a second about the best way to complete a mission? I chuckle and scoff again. My mobs, most of them women, laugh as they look at you. I ignore the glares of your mobs, even if they are big and strong
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