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"Well what?" Your grin grows catlike. Her entire body language seems to change. You knew it. You fucking knew it. That all of this neo-nazi business was an outlet for being a submissive. Now you just need to real it in, establish who is in charge and set up a meeting time in a less compromising location. Naturally, that is when (for the umpteenth billion time) your plans and preconceived notions go awry in the most flamboyant way possible.

“I apologize, sir!" She squealed, and then dramatically pulled back. She fell to her hands and knees and her face twisted into reverent pleading. "But, this **** was only doing what she was assigned to do. Please, you have to let me work!”

“I..." You begin, trying to form a sentence in reaction. You fail. You fail miserably. "What?”

“I apologize," She pleads. Her eyes start to tear up. God, she looks so **** when she looks like that. She looks so **** when she....pleads you let her put up neo-nazi signs for her...master? "I must obey my orders. Please let me continue to work!”

“Orders from who?” You cross your arms. It occurs to you that you haven't done a particularly good job of maintaining your facade. Quick, call her a racial epithet! “...Gook.”

She reacts to the name like a slap, surprisingly enough. Part of you wonders how she hasn't noticed how off guard all of this has you. You are the shitiest fake neo-nazi alive.

“Orders from my master and the others." She lowers her head. Her long thick black hair tumbles over her shoulders obscuring her eyes, then she raises one of her hands from the ground to part it to the side. "I can’t disobey him. I can’t disobey them. Please please please, sir, will you let me work?”

“Hrmm." You stroke your chin with overacted enthusiasm. This girl is involved in some serious shit. Maybe, now would be the time to...re-examine your crush on her. "I assumed you weren’t doing this with the permission. If your master told you to, then be my guest.”

“Thank you so much, sir!” She squeals, and then jumps back to her feet, shifting her focus away from you entirely and grabbing the paper on top of her stack of flyers. You doubt she even notices that you picked this time to skedaddle. You walk back to your apartment, trying not to even begin thinking about the entire clusterfuck that just happened.

"Fuck her, fuck my life."

You kick a nearby trash can. It's a metal trash can, so this was not a very good decision. You spend the next minute yelping in pain while nursing your poor crushed foot. Your kick didn't even move the trash can an inch.

"And this stupid hair dye isn't going to come out any time soon is it?"