[ Alice sits and takes the glass of whiskey, looking at the way the liquid refracts the light. It's a soothing distraction from all the thoughts and emotions assaulting her mind. Being here. Quentin being alive here. Imagining... what could have passed between Eliot and Quentin. The line down Eliot's neck and what it means. ]
Yeah. I guess I got lucky. [ A weak laugh, and a shrug. She has a sip of whiskey. ] It's random, right? It's fucked up. Just... treating Submissives the way they do.
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Yeah. I guess I got lucky. [ A weak laugh, and a shrug. She has a sip of whiskey. ] It's random, right? It's fucked up. Just... treating Submissives the way they do.