Reign almost felt like she was in the middle of a soap opera scene. The cameras switching from SantaslilIpm, to the turkey, from there to Paradox, to Marguerite, back to Paradox, back to SantaslilIpm, then the turkey. She stood there quietly, with her flamethrower in hand, slowly backing away from the situation, until Marguerite had to go and turn the tables on her. "Is this pimp out because of all those personal messages from the newbies I pimped<em>you</em>out to?" She gave Mar that familiar bitchy smile. Not<em>really</em>needing her question answered.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell warily at the approaching and scandalous Paradox. She couldn't help but lean away as he leaned in. But seeing as how his teeth were nicely secured and his eyes went all shifty, she felt as though it was mildly safe enough top stand near him. As he revealed something of a little known secret, she only laughed, sneaking lewdly at his covered going area with a grin. "Wow."