Beatrix
Beatrix headed up the stairs, to the kitchen. She was briefly pleased to be working alone; she didn't like how most of these people looked at them, spoke to them... how they acted towards them. It was perhaps a misconception, to take how someone smiled or how their words sounded as an insult, but she did.
She claimed a sponge, and began to scrub away at the kitchen counters, and the dishes they had been left. At least this was peaceful work; she might suck at cooking, but cleaning was her jam. Tidying, organizing, all of that, she enjoyed.
Beatrix has gone to the kitchens, and begun scrubbing the countertops.
She claimed a sponge, and began to scrub away at the kitchen counters, and the dishes they had been left. At least this was peaceful work; she might suck at cooking, but cleaning was her jam. Tidying, organizing, all of that, she enjoyed.
Beatrix has gone to the kitchens, and begun scrubbing the countertops.
Women will rule the world, don't you know?
