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I take my inexpensive, if it makes me feel good, I take it off the shelf. – “Hypnosis,” I make a few squirts behind my ears, and inhale deeply a bitter-tart cloud.

Well, Mistress Jealous Bitch, let’s see who’s who.

I expect she invites me not to a nice restaurant – what’s the word? – but to a little cafe. True, it has long had a reputation as a place of rest for the powerful, but I do not care about that either. After the wedding of Nana and, God forbid, R’Ran, I’ll never be surprised by the excessive, garish and flaunting luxury.

I arrive in a cab. Before I walk through the door, I take one last look in the mirror window. I look great, but, more importantly, my inner state absolutely matches my outer appearance. I’m not going to lash out, but if she’s suddenly very solicitous, I can bite. It hurts enough to make the moonwoman lose the desire to bother women with her cockroach disco in her head ever again in the future.

She sits in the very center of the room, and I have absolutely no doubt that this is also part of the performance. She wants to show me who is the mistress of life here, before whom I, a mere mortal, need to grovel?