All you need? Vengeance. Frown lines before your time. Years of misfortune at the hands of patriarchy. Black lace and a lot of it. The purr of a misplaced transatlantic accent. One really long braid. A poorly healed scar above your left eye. Red ruby lips. Corset encouraged. A tiny green bottle of morphine. A cabinet of secrets. The cold, complex exterior of a woman who owns a brothel and killed her family. A man’s beating heart in your hand, ideally crushed like a pulsed sweet potato.
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