Kelly makes her way into the kitchen, wearing a spiked collar and a grey t-shirt reading 'I Was Going to Have My Orgy Catered, but We Decided to Eat Out', and incongruously, a pair of bunny slippers. Well, incongruous, except each bunny has a little ball gag sewn into the mouths.
She notices the red-head, then the coffee maker. "Looking like that, the auto-brew won't do you any fucking good. Allow me, boss, and grab a seat. Or I'll grab one, but you don't look like you're in that mood." Not that it usually stops her any.
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