It's Delisha

"'ey mate. " Delisha holds up some flowers. She stands there awkwardly, "I joehst want to see 'ow you are doin."

Juice sighs, "Mistress has forbid me from talking to you."

"Fine if dat's 'ow you want to play it."

Juice turns on her side, with her back towards Delisha.

Delisha just sighs and puts the flowers into a vase near the bed.

"I'll be seeing you. I guess."

Delisha starts to leave and then stops, "No. no. Dis is naht 'ow i'm goin to leave it."

Delisha turns and rushes towards Juice, "She left you Juice. Yooehr so called mestress left you. Left you while ahther people coeht you down. And where is she now? Where is yooehr foehckin mestress now? Naht 'ere. why? Because she doesn't care abooeht you dat's why. Boeht i'm 'ere, because we are mates and dat's what mates are fahr. Think about it. You 'aven't 'ad a match sence you joined 'er. You are a jahke! a ****! if you can't see dat and see 'ooze yooehr real mates are. Den why are you evenin in dis league. "

Juice doesn't say anything, she just keeps her back turn.

Delisha throws her arms up, "What ever. I'm dahne. I spahke me peace."

Delisha walks off, " 'ahpe you enjahy de flowers."

She slams the door.

A tear comes down Juice's face as she tries to hold back her feelings.

Outside Delisha just sighs and starts to walk off.

"You know you are not pushing hard enough."

Delisha stops and hears a voice behind her.

"Excuse me?"

A very seductive, calm voice then says, "I said, you are not pushing hard enough."

Delisha is lost for breath as the owner of that voice comes out of the shadows, "But I can help you with that. If you let me."