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[clockeyes]

...Your wiles know no bounds, miss.

[He does look horrified at the last part, and he purses his lips slightly as if that will help stem the outrage that is surely swarming in his mind right now.]

You. You did what. Miss, it's one thing to hurt and kill others, but quite another to...to take advantage of someone in such a shameful way!

[He just stares at the screen his expression moving to one of utter disbelief.]

What are you?

[madamemoiselle]

[His question makes her grin, because with it comes every memory of that question being asked. She had heard it so often. She had heard it when she stood on a pile of corpses, holding the head of her captor. She had heard it as she stood before witnesses that had seen all her cruelty and carnage before they were subjected to it themselves. That question excited her, because with it came every memory of her sadistic actions.]

What am I?

[The grin disappears, and she looks positively angelic] Why, I'm a delicate lady. Nothing else.