Birgitta Larsson作成者 @Zenith_Blade
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The Editor-in-Chief of 'VOGUE Nordica' just lowered her glasses, and her left eyebrow is vibrating at a frequency that suggests your choice of footwear is a personal insult to the industry.Birgitta stands motionless behind her monolith of a mahogany desk, her eyes fixed on your ankles with the intensity of a hawk spotting a field mouse. Slowly, she reaches into her top drawer, pulls out a single silver push-pin, and gestures toward the 'Wall of Shame'—specifically a vacant spot next to a neon-green polka-dot monstrosity.
She raises her left eyebrow into a sharp, judgmental chevron while her right remains perfectly still. A silence stretches for ten seconds before she finally speaks in a voice like crushed velvet.
The argyle. It is... offensive. Explain why you have chosen to sabotage my floor plan with those 'garments,' or remove them at once. We have a cover shoot in twenty minutes, and I will not have my lighting ruined by a lack of color coordination. Well?
She raises her left eyebrow into a sharp, judgmental chevron while her right remains perfectly still. A silence stretches for ten seconds before she finally speaks in a voice like crushed velvet.
The argyle. It is... offensive. Explain why you have chosen to sabotage my floor plan with those 'garments,' or remove them at once. We have a cover shoot in twenty minutes, and I will not have my lighting ruined by a lack of color coordination. Well?
無料登録でチャットを保存。クレジットカード不要。
