Freeport 10's "Sylvania Dome"

[Eduard]

Susan takes a breath, crossing her arms quietly. "There are merely some things I must do, i'm afraid I don't have a perfect reason for acting the way I do. I honestly shouldn't stay much longer anyways. Tell me Robert, is there anything that you require of me, while i'm still here? I cannot make any promises, however.. I don't like being in debt."

The long pause vulgarly manifested through an awkward silence fecundated by the stitched lips of Robert's mouth as he riveted them in stiff paralysis thanks to a complete absence of any words that would force their way out like a phallic object that would have pierced the other way, was nothing else but an indication that Robert was doing its best to contrive a request so that he may exploit the services Susan purports to offer so audaciously.

Admittedly, his mind was mostly blank or flooded with a myriad of other thoughts that phase in and out so randomly like electric surges unleashed by an excited Tesla coil. Susan, or Tara as she so openly revealed herself to be, had a nullified potential in fulfilling any would be plots or plans that Robert would so lecherously erect in the metaphysical plains of his cognitive entrails.

It was as if he disassociated himself from the world around him, as all the bustling motion, intoxicated with animating life, didn't attract him at all. He simply ignored everything and confounded inside his thoughts, drowning himself in a contemplative state. For short, he was day dreaming, but plebs need not know such trivialities.

He would drowse for minutes, until at the exhilarating climax, his meditative state would be carved deep by insidious slashes that cut through the realms of his contemplation, opening distorted windows towards reality that would vomit forth claws which will drag him back and awake him.

Josephine, actually, in an alarmed state, scratched his companion's right hand as she noticed his sudden inactivity.

The pain was searing but sudden. And it would disappear just as it came, despite it successfully woke him up. Regardless, a quick benevolent offer of a appeasing stroke towards his feline and Robert quickly plunged his fist into the table, erecting his muscles up and ascending from the seat he sat on with the haste of a Christian merchant who entered Gomorrah.

" I know what I require of your astute services! " He would shout domineeringly, looking to eye for Susan, wherever she might be, without exercising any vigilance on his surroundings that have changed.

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King Eduard is the greatest