[ berserker fishes into the sleeve of her kimono with her good hand (her missing hand is still hidden away in the kimono's large sleeve), and pulls out an identical key, which she juggles one handed. one clawed foot (no longer muddy, that's all over the blankets now) braces against the armrest of the chair while she shows lancer the proof it's her house and she was here first. ]
Kufufu... Do not worry, red horn. [ hop! she's hopping down on the ground, and it becomes obvious that, without heels or fuckin 12 inch dragon horns, berserker is considerably smaller than lancer. but it's absolutely obvious that she's got the better boobs under that shitty hospital gown ]
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Kufufu... Do not worry, red horn. [ hop! she's hopping down on the ground, and it becomes obvious that, without heels or fuckin 12 inch dragon horns, berserker is considerably smaller than lancer.
but it's absolutely obvious that she's got the better boobs under that shitty hospital gown]I will let you stay in my home.