08-21-2023, 05:21 PM
"Of course. We must dress for the occasion." She looked to Esper with a glorious grin. "Perhaps Cruz would like a makeover as well."
Roza wasn't going to give the man a choice. He was more than willing to follow, how far would they let it go. He seemed enamoured of Esper which pulled a bit at her strings of green. Esper was hers. No matter what games they played with others. But Roza still felt things like normal humans did, things of jealousy and spite. Cruz was a toy, not hers exactly, but still a toy. He was to be made to crawl back to Zeke with apologetic eyes and open arms. Zeke would save him. At least if there was anything left to save. Sometimes a decent lead to a demise, no matter how hard they tried. Poor rich boys didn't usually go walking their dark paths -- at least not looking for darkness. Fun and drugs maybe, but this was different for Cruz, she could see it when he looked at them. He didn't revile them, didn't belong here, but he didn't hate their existence. The girls weren't toys for him, he truly saw them but he was still rich and proper and above them. Luka had been like that -- her first love. He'd been the first to see her, a boy from the outside taken an interest. She was young naive, and she was all but smitten with him.
Mother had been proud, happy even to see Roza entwined with a boy of such pedigree. And then he tore her heart out.
The memories tore at her brain and she cast theme aside and let go of the hands she lend to spiral away into the sectioned off living arrangements. The carpeted walls of the secluded area kept the harshest of noise from their ears but they could hear the merriment. Roza only looked to Esper with a smile, though the haunting of her memories still swathed across her eyes. Care was needed now. Too much and she'd pay the price more than their little pet.
Roza wasn't going to give the man a choice. He was more than willing to follow, how far would they let it go. He seemed enamoured of Esper which pulled a bit at her strings of green. Esper was hers. No matter what games they played with others. But Roza still felt things like normal humans did, things of jealousy and spite. Cruz was a toy, not hers exactly, but still a toy. He was to be made to crawl back to Zeke with apologetic eyes and open arms. Zeke would save him. At least if there was anything left to save. Sometimes a decent lead to a demise, no matter how hard they tried. Poor rich boys didn't usually go walking their dark paths -- at least not looking for darkness. Fun and drugs maybe, but this was different for Cruz, she could see it when he looked at them. He didn't revile them, didn't belong here, but he didn't hate their existence. The girls weren't toys for him, he truly saw them but he was still rich and proper and above them. Luka had been like that -- her first love. He'd been the first to see her, a boy from the outside taken an interest. She was young naive, and she was all but smitten with him.
Mother had been proud, happy even to see Roza entwined with a boy of such pedigree. And then he tore her heart out.
The memories tore at her brain and she cast theme aside and let go of the hands she lend to spiral away into the sectioned off living arrangements. The carpeted walls of the secluded area kept the harshest of noise from their ears but they could hear the merriment. Roza only looked to Esper with a smile, though the haunting of her memories still swathed across her eyes. Care was needed now. Too much and she'd pay the price more than their little pet.