Why do people have a problem with how I do things?

Marcie's P.O.V.

Gina was announcing Lindsey as the newest addition to the Royal Magnificent.

"Dammit, Gina, first Marcie and now this." said Vanessa. "Does Marcie have something on you?"

Damn, it was clear that the Royal Magnificent were catching on that something was happening. I hadn't taken into account of the fact that allowing nerds in was highly out of character for someone like Gina. I doubt they'd believe Susan's claim of her curse but they could draw a more mundane version of it.

I was approached by Cutie, wearing a bunny boy outfit I picked out for him.

"Master, I will accept the money." he said.

I raised an eyebrow. I was hoping that he would be more stubborn about it.

"Fine, you can stop with the bunny boy outfit." I told him.

Some of the girls complained. I noticed that Lindsey was the only one of them not paying any attention.

"But can you please stop torturing Susan." he asked.

I had to laugh.

"****? You're being a little dramatic, don't you think? Gina is still forbidden from doing anything violent to her."

"I think you are underestimating the amount of psychological harm you are putting Susan through. She's even more of a victim than you are. The girl is terrified of Gina and with good reason."

"I don't care." I told Cutie. "Susan can rot for all I care."

"You betrayed Susan because you thought she went too far." he said. "In all honesty, I think you have gone much further over the line."

"I could have had her beaten." I defended.

"That would have been less cruel. She was your friend and you tossed her aside like trash because she wasn't some mindless drone. I fear she might chose to hurt herself or even end her own life."

"She is trash." I said.

"And you called me Satan." said Lindsey, rolling her eyes.

Lindsey stormed off. Is she taking Cutie's side? Jesus Christ, she was fine with the breathing permission.