<div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Seretti<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Manshealed Park, cottage corner, then<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Crorn, Sara,<br/><hr/><br/>In general, Seretti wasn't fond of having bad news to break.  In the other world of Real Life, it was her job to drop warnings and veiled imprecations to people who had awful news coming, and then to either ignore them politely or offer what little comfort she could.  And that was the people she was there to help!  Trying to give an honest criticism to some of the other nurses was like trying to pull teeth using a pair of chainsaws, taped together at a hinge joint: however delicate, sensitive, and tactful your technique and method, the endeavor was doomed to fail and in the process spill all sorts of blood on everyone and anyone nearby.<br/><br/>Here, though?  Now?  Now it was all fun and games, and she was free -- sometimes, encouraged -- to be a bit more overtly twitchy and hyperspecific.<br/><br/>Crorn's suggestion to the two of them, voiced in that conspiratorial corner of the cottage, buoyed her spirits some.  Seretti didn't say anything -- she just smiled, wide and relaxed, and nodded to Sara.  "I'll let you take lead on that," she said, breezily, and took a position up against the wall, in a comfortable leaning kind of slouch.  It was good to take some time to actually properly celebrate their results first, and it just wouldn't do for the healsluts to have to watch the people they looked up to bicker and maybe even fight over things they could do better next time.  Arguments like that weren't<em>regular</em>among the doms, per se -- not for a while, anyhow -- but there were a lot of people tremendously invested in their characters and builds and treasured pieces of gear, and people who farmed some content for days, weeks, months even, to get the stuff they needed going for them -just- right...  and there would always be the question of if someone had hit the upper ceiling of their potential (personal, build-wise, or other-wise) or if they were just having an off day.<br/><br/>Such as, she mused with a smirk, the off day that some of the healsluts were going to have if they kept talking back to Sara.  And Reign, if she didn't fall in line pretty quickly.  Seretti knew Arty's play skills well enough to be sure he was being pretty honest about his failings -- he genuinely wanted to serve, which was great -- but stepping in to talk over Sara would undermine the other woman's authority, so she kept her own mouth quiet for the moment and kept her eyes on the assembled healsluts to monitor the ongoing conversation.