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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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[ Grell laughs, yet again, content on leaving the how to his imagination, for now. In any case, she's very intent on hearing his reply.

The suspense leaves her glancing up at him every few moments, as she works - and, just as she feels herself losing patience, he speaks! Finally! Her shoulders ease with an exhale. ]

Ooh~. I suppose we won't know until we put it to the test, hm? Tell me about this one you are-- working on.

You enjoy inflicting physical pain. I, however, want them to mentally suffer. More of a psychological approach.

[ He was kind of enjoying that eager look she had on, but he finally continues. ]

I met the man a few weeks ago on a business trip and was immediately disgusted with the way he spoke and acted towards others. He did nothing to hide his opinions, which unfortunately for him, makes him an obvious target.

[ There's another pause as he flicks the jets on a final time. ]

He should be ending it soon enough. His wife has been posting very promising pleas on her Facebook, as of late.

[ This time, Grell properly braces herself. She barely flinches! ]

Ending it, as in, his own life? [ With a steeling sigh, the redhead applies the 'face+body soap' to rinse off her makeup. ] What are the pleas, then?

Yes, that is correct. His wife has been worried about his mental state and has turned to social media to ask her friends and family for their input. Rather stupid, in my opinion. If she is truly concerned, she should see a trained professional.

[ William watches her clean up, surprised that she's accepted him seeing her without her makeup on so quickly. ]

[ If he were to ask, Grell's top priority is the health of her skin, and leaving makeup on overnight is a huge offense! She will sacrifice her face for NO MAN. Sorry not sorry, Will. ]

... I see. Fascinating.

[ Now that her face is clean and the water has been wiped away, she takes a fresh breath! Ah, if only she had her skincare, though.

Wait, no, back on topic! She blinks, really processing that through. ]

Is that how you always do it? Sabotage?

[ It's fine. He appreciates her feminine beauty regardless. He pushes a bit of wet bangs aside that were clinging to her forehead. ]

Forcing them to commit suicide means I have nothing to clean up after. There is no trace of me, and in a legal sense, I have committed no murders.

[ Blinking, hands still laying idly on her cheeks, she flushes a bit, with a bashful smile! She's still a bit embarrassed, but... thank God she got her lash extensions filled recently! ]

Quite clever, really... and, goodness, that sort of influence is power isn't it? The satisfaction in their misery... hm...

[ But, there is a wistful sigh! ]

I don't think I could give up the thrill of bloodshed, however... the hunt, the fight. Nothing quite compares!

[ Making her blush like that is another sort of power that he doesn't mind having at all. She's rather cute when she flushes. Such a contrast to her violent side. ]

That is why we will need to discuss our strategy from here on out.

[ She hums in agreement.]

I imagine that, together, we will create works of art.

[ Slinking her arms about his middle, she nuzzles into his neck! ]

I believe we will.

[ He returns the embrace, hugging her lightly. For once, he may be able to say he feels fully content.]

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