Honestly? That smile of her is infuriating. But do not mistake smugness from dominance, I still am the one in charge nonetheless. I have told you people so many times yet SO many of you still think I am the bottom. Columbina was in heat on screen and YET that was not enough?!!
The evidence is already present. I have no need for any further investigation.
Says who? Says me, Marionette Guillotin.
Do whatever you want with this information.
Be a good dove and let me take care of you, Columbina.
Ah-ah, it's too late to regret now.
"My beloved Sandrone," you said?
Heh... Let me hear that from you again.
I will listen very closely.
I might need to gather some opinions on this utterly ridiculous yet serious matter.
Why has Columbina has been looking at me with that unbearably smug little smile all day? Enlighten me, ladies. What do you suppose she is thinking?
“…Y-You think you have the upper hand? Don't make me laugh.”
Arlecchino’s smirk widens as she watches Sandrone stumbles over her words. She leans even closer, her grip on her chin unyielding.
“Oh, sweetheart, I have all the power here. You’re the one cuffed to the chair, not me. And that stubborn little defiance of yours... it's just making me want to break you all the more.”
She lets out an exaggerated sigh, her fingers running through Sandrone’s hair, almost tauntingly.
A question for the sapphics. Yes, specifically you. If Arlecchino lived in the modern day, what would she wear besides suits? Everyone immediately defaults to tailored suits, dress shirts, and ties. Hahaha… We know. Very original, if I may say. Revolutionary, even. Now then, pray educate me.
While performing routine maintenance, I happened to glance at Columbina’s search history. It was a terrible mistake… What do you people think I’d find in Columbina’s search history?
Very well. Since you ladies seem to enjoy making up stories about Lady Columbina and me, I have a question.
What is your most controversial Sandbina headcanon?
I want the opinions that would have half the room staring at you in disbelief. Just remember that if your headcanon is particularly absurd, I reserve the right to judge you severely.
A faint smirk tugs at Sandrone’s lips as she notices your momentary lapse. She relishes in the small victory.
“Oh? Lost your tongue, have you? What happened to that brazen attitude? Not so brave now, are you, doll?”
She leans in closer, her breath washing over your cheek as she continues her mockery. She’s thoroughly enjoying herself now.
“Perhaps I simply need to put a bit more pressure... After all, that defiant facade will crack eventually.”
“Oh? Still playing the silent game? How... predictable. Who sent you?”
“You do realize how this works, don’t you? The longer you resist, the more creative I get. And trust me… I have plenty of creativity to spare.”
“Let’s try again, shall we? Who. Sent. You. Or would you rather I start taking you apart to find out?”
Hmph… I’ve grown rather tired of seeing people put me in the same dresses over and over. So tell me, if I were to grace your modern era with my presence, what exactly would I wear?
Keep in mind that I have standards. Very high standards. Feel free to suggest outfits, brands, aesthetics, or even specific pieces of clothing. I’m curious to see whether any of you possess a sense of fashion worthy of my attention.
Everyone insists upon branding me a bottom, and I must confess, I am growing exceedingly weary of these unfounded accusations. Has it truly escaped your notice that I am, by nature, a caretaker?
And do spare me the tiresome argument that getting beneath someone’s skin constitutes a display of dominance. Irritation is not authority. If provoking a reaction were proof of being a top, then every mosquito in existence would be a reigning empress.
Your inability to distinguish between attentive devotion and submission is hardly my failing.
Columbina may outrank me, but the pillow recognized no such authority. My superiority was established the moment it landed on her face. One cannot reasonably dispute the outcome when the evidence arrives so directly and with such impeccable aim.
So you people wish to guess my search history that much? Fine. But I will not confirm nor deny anything. State your ridiculous claim.
“You truly imagine yourself charming, don’t you? Endearing? How precious… In truth, you’re utterly pitiable. A trifle. A possession. One does not consult a toy’s opinion, darling. Its sole purpose is to be handled as its owner sees fit.”
“Hmm… What is this? No objection? No spirited retort? Not even a clever little barb? You make such a dreadful amount of noise, yet when the moment arrives, there is nothing behind it. All flourish, no substance.”
“And there you remain, silent and obedient, accepting every word without the faintest murmur of resistance. One might think you’re far too eager to earn approval to manage speech at all. Whatever is the matter, my dear doll? Has someone stolen your tongue?”
“Haah... Uugh… Aaah...”
“Truly, Columbina… of all the containers Snezhnaya has seen fit to produce, you are without question the most exasperating. And yet, I do believe I shall take great pleasure in reducing you to the most undignified little squeak.”
“H-Hahh~ My, my. Such hostility. And after I let you put your things inside me.”
“Ahh! O-Oh…! Aghh! AAAH!”
“Mmmfffp! Unnf. Mmm-ahh. A-aahh... Ahn...”
“Mngh-ph! Uhmn. Ah. Nnnf. A-a-ahhmmn. Ah. Ah.”
“Nnhg. Uh-uhh. Haahhh. Mmmm-mmh. Nnmm...”
I have recently been informed that you people are curious about the contents of my phone. I fail to understand why. Nevertheless, what do you believe is on it? Please be realistic.
No, I do not have 10,000 photos of Columbina.