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Purple Tropical Soda
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Just a taste, that’s all I need. Perhaps I could sample one of her spots. What a boost in energy I could get from this blue-blooded snout! Why should I limit myself to fast-food animal blood when this four-course meal is right here for the taking?
Winnie shivers in fear and her date is frozen in his tracks. My adoring fans have come to realize that times have changed. The old Nacha is gone! The rules of Lucha seen through that goody-two-shoes lens seem so quaint. Now, these fashion fans and Nacha devotees will serve me through Step Six: PRESENTATION!
It would be so easy to bite down and drink from this treat. So easy indeed… and as my jaw twitches, the poor girl looks about to faint, as does her date.
What? These weaklings can’t handle the sight of blood? Then who will assist with MY outfit?!
With great effort, I let the girl go. As much as I hate to admit it, I could use their help in putting the finishing touches on my own outfit under this fur coat. They will serve me loyally, obediently- and with a clear look into my eyes, I make it clear that they will attend my match against Jimmy Cones and Trisha. I plant a trigger in their weak little minds to assist me in that match, and when they hear it they will spring into action, regardless of the risk to themselves.
Yes, that is much, much better than simply draining them dry. I need servants if I am to come out on top against both Dama Alta’s mistress and Trisha too.
A short while later, I let them wander off, dazed and with far less money than they wandered in with. A wrestling date is far better than a dinner date, everyone knows that! Especially when they were this close to being dinner themselves…
I set out with Redcap to follow the trail to Dama Alta.
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