Who's at the door?
Lady Wardsworth
“Ah, Lady Wardsworth,” the manager said with a hint of sarcasm. “Nice of you to join us.”
Lady Wardsworth was the 35 year old heiress to the property adjacent to the building. She talked with a posh British accent that exuded snobbery and entitlement. She wore a modest pink dress in the style of Kate Middleton and carried with her a white handbag.
“What is going on here and who are these tramps? They have absolutely no modesty or sense of proper decorum!” exclaimed Lady Wardsworth.
“Believe it or not, I am forcing them to act like this. They aren’t actually tramps. In fact, I think they’ve had enough. Now it’s your turn but I’ll give you a choice: either swap outfits with Vicky here and be my own personal tramp for the day out of your own free will or don’t and I will force you to me own personal tramp for the foreseeable future. You have 5 minutes to decide.”
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