08-28-2018, 10:39 PM
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]Melantha yawns as she approaches; brilliant ivory canines flashing in the sunlight. The young female gives Dante a wide berth, not even sparing him a glance as if avoiding him like the plague. He is plagued, if you ask her. If she gets too close, she might catch his superiority complex and his Punk Ass Bitch syndrome. "I would like a task, Sir," Mel says in a professional tone, choosing to remain standing. Mel has some respect for authority, but not that much.