Petra is slightly spooked by the abruptness of what amounts to a wall of pheremones suddenly smacking into her, and the fact that the rest of the room seems to have come to a stand-still.
Blinks turn into a scowl, as she towels her hands off and cocks a hip to one side, playing her hands on them.
"Bitch, whoever you are, you do not come into the house my Daddy built and start in on the uniforms."
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