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Priscilla:  The silence in the lounge was broken by the beautiful and condescending voice of a young woman. "Oh—I wondered where you’d run off to, and here I find you in the midst of a gloomy tea party.” The mistress of the house shoved the door open without knocking, the hem of her ornate dress rustling as she pushed her way through the room. Resting her ample bosom on the shelf of her folded arms, the woman closed one eye and said.
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Priscilla:  “Schult. A good underling is always at my side when I need him. Failing to do so because you were having tea is simply preposterous. Even more so when you’re in the company of an eccentric dandy like Al. Your cuteness is your only redeeming quality—we can’t have his filth rub off on you.”
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Al:  “By saying that’s his only redeeming quality, you’ve insulted him miles more than me, Princess.”
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Priscilla:  “Well, it’s the truth. And when I say it, that truth holds even more power. Schult has no other worth besides his looks right now. Yet that still makes him better than the other worthless plebs. However, if he keeps betraying my expectations, I shall have to rescind my gracious evaluation of him.” Priscilla looked down at the two in the lounge, spitting and snorting as she spoke.
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Schult:  Schult’s face was pale. “I-I’ll be trying harder, Princess! S-so please…please don’t abandon me…!”
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Priscilla:  “Oh, don’t cry, it’s such an eyesore. Crying in hopes I’ll show some mercy is the height of stupidity. No underling of mine shall act like an ordinary pleb. Keep proving your worth to me, boy.”
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Priscilla:  As she roundly criticized his show of fear, Schult quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeve. His eyes were still faintly red and puffy, but Priscilla nodded in approval at the determined way he looked up at her. "Good little pleb. If you don’t have the grit to change your tune, you’re no better than a corpse. Now, a corpse could fertilize the soil if buried, but we can’t let the dead wander the earth, can we? I won’t have you suck up all my air.