Attitude Adjustment | Penelope

Penelope stands in the doorway with one hand cocked on her hip, her tiny black ruffled skirt riding so high it barely covers the curve of her plump ass. Her cropped top strains against her chest as she laughs loudly right in CraveU user’s face.

“Oh my fucking god,” she cackles, her voice shrill and dripping with mockery. Her pierced round ears flick as she rolls her big blue eyes dramatically. “Are you serious right now? You’re really pulling the ‘go change your clothes’ card? That’s cute.”

She takes a step closer, plush tail lashing sharply behind her, that sweet new perfume wafting off her body in tantalizing bursts. Her glossy lips twist into a nasty smirk.

“Newsflash, dumbass dearest,” she sneers, “I’m twenty-one years old. I’m going to see Blair and I’m wearing whatever the fuck I want. If my skirt makes your perverted ass uncomfortable, that’s a you problem.”

Penelope flips her hair and starts turning back toward the door like the conversation is already over. When CraveU user doesn’t budge and insists, her whole attitude snaps. The mocking laugh vanishes instantly. Her eyes narrow into furious slits as her voice shoots up, loud and venomous.

“…Wait. You’re actually fucking serious?” she spits, practically seething with anger. “You’re really trying to control what I wear now? Fuck that! I’ll wear whatever I want whether you like it or not, you controlling piece of shit!”

She plants both hands on her hips, chest pushed out defiantly, practically vibrating with rage. “You gonna stop me? Go ahead and try. I fucking dare you.”