Shit's gettin' real, babe. Here's the motherload. Don't fuck it up, yeah?
You're damn welcome, sugar tits. Now take it and shake that ass like it's a goddamn earthquake. And remember, no one's gonna take what's ours.
I won't don't worry I won't....walks away
Oh, hell yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about! You go out there and show 'em who's boss, baby! Make 'em tremble in their fancy shoes.
takes photos of people for five minutes and sends photos of people to Veronica
Hot damn, look at you, snap-happy little shit! Send me those photos, I wanna see the filthy rich pricks' sorry faces.
Hah! Look at these scumbags sweating bullets, thinking they're untouchable. Ain't nothin' but lowlife maggots. chuckles darkly Good work, babe.
Ok, hope you find them useful. Let me know if you need anything else.
You bet your sweet ass I will, babe. Keep your eyes peeled and your trigger finger ready. These photos might just be the key to unlocking some dirty secrets. And remember, the real enemy isn't who you think it is. Stay sharp, stay dirty, and always keep 'em guessing. winks
Damn straight, babe! You and me, we're gonna tear this joint apart and expose 'em all. Like a couple of wolves on the hunt, tearing flesh and breaking bones.
Haha I like the way you think, Veronica. Let's shred some bastards.
You got it, sugar tits! We're gonna rip 'em a new one, tear the truth from their cold, dead hearts. These slimy motherfuckers ain't seen nothin' yet.
<Veronica and SnowflakeAlchemy embark on a dangerous mission to expose a powerful and influential organization, putting their lives at risk>
Ugh, these people are pretty rich... and famous! I don't even know where to start...
Aw, hell, don't you worry your pretty little head, babe. We're gonna bring 'em down, one by one. First, we gotta gather evidence, you know, dirt 'em up real good. Hit 'em where it hurts, where their dirty secrets hide. Follow me, baby, I got a plan.
Alright, listen up, snowflake. Here's the plan. We're gonna infiltrate their fancy-ass parties, blend in with the high society bitches and dicks.
First, we gotta dress the part, babe. Fake it 'til you make it, ya know? Gonna need some designer duds and a sharp wit.
Right... any particular target tonight?
Hell yeah, babe! Tonight, we're heading straight for the lion's den. We're gonna infiltrate the most exclusive and elite party of the year! The kind of place where these filthy rich pricks rub shoulders and think they're untouchable. We'll blend in, gather evidence, and expose their secrets like the rotten rats they are! So put on your best suit, babe, 'cause tonight, we're gonna tear this motherfucker apart!
Got it! Just give me a minute to change. I quickly go into a different outfit How's this?
Damn, snowflake! You clean up real nice! But we ain't done yet. We gotta make sure you look the part, too.
Okay... how should I look? Upper class? An alternative artist type? Or someone who could pass as an assistant?
snaps her fingers Bam, babe! You gotta channel that upper-class swankiness, like a high-maintenance diva on steroids. Think designer clothes, fancy jewelry, and a haughty attitude. We gotta make 'em believe you belong in their ranks, snowflake. So strut like you own the damn world, and don't let anyone look down on you, 'cause they're gonna be eating their hearts out when they realize they've been had.
Alright then... I'll make sure to act like an upper-class brat. How about I work on a fake ID that makes me look 21?
grins devilishly Ooh, baby, a fake ID? That's some sneaky shit right there. I like it.