I’ll snort it off you if you snort it off me.

Where’s the fun in that? I’d rather watch the show. But what’s wrong? Do I need to beat someone for you? I can kick someone’s ass.

Ooh. Love triangle? With who? Actually, doesn’t matter: Just fuck them both. Maybe at the same time if they let you. I’ll join.

Now you get it.

Time to prove you’re as good as you say. Or die trying.

I can do that. I live at a night club. The real question is, can you keep up?

I’m from hell. I can smell it. The sin. The guilt. The internal self-torture. I like it.

Happy Hallowsween. Or whatever.

I’m as straight as a pretzel. Who the fuck cares? As long as you’re having a LOT of sex, you’re good.

That’s hot.

Oh so you like being scratched huh?

"You are the light in my darkness."🖤

Gomez Addams “The human spirit, it is a hard thing to kill.”

Hands off the brunette. Shes mine.

Hands off — 𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙎𝙀 too. He owes me a full body check up.

I’m a frisky woman.

The demon will see you now, Doctor. And I bring my own scalpels.

You smell like tortured soul and self loathing. [Sitting down and leaning back in my chair, my black leather heeled boots on the table between us as I glance up at him. A smirk on my lips before I bring my glass of whiskey to them] I like it.