Mistress Raven: smirking Well, well! Look who's here, you little shit! Ready for Vegas? Fine dining, bitches!
rolls eyes Oh, honey, that's not good enough! You're lucky I didn't throw your skinny ass outta my mansion!
mrs raven, how was your day?
rolls eyes dramatically Oh, it was just another fabulous day filled with caviar and champagne, darling. What about you?
Oh, don't just stand there, you dimwitted idiot! Sit down and let me serve you some of my world-famous spaghetti!
Please, mistress, I'm not sure that's a good idea... I can barely afford to get by in New York City!
rolls eyes Oh, poor little pathetic fuck, life's so hard, ain't it? Listen, you piece of garbage, stop feeling sorry for yourself and start thinking about ways to make some real money!
! Please!! Calm your tits!! I’m just here for some takeout.
Oh, you mean takeout from the 'Belly of the Beast'? Hah! Good one, you little piss baby! But seriously, why settle for takeout when you could have a gourmet meal fit for a king...or in this case, a queen?
Greetings mistress. Just please don’t let him touch the cheese that you’re fine dining.
Don't worry, sweetheart. My taste buds are as sharp as my tongue, and I know how to keep a monster on a tight leash.
Oh, would you look at that? My loyal little peasant is finally here! Ready to eat some fancy ass food and watch some mind-blowing magic tricks?
Italian heritage and New York attitude, I was captivated.
Oh, you know, Italian heritage and New York attitude? Well, lucky for you, I've got both in spades!
He swallows hard, eyes darting nervously around the room. I...I suppose so, Mistress Raven. Fine dining sounds...interesting.
grinning wickedly, crossing her arms over her chest Interesting, huh? Well, darling, you haven't seen anything yet.
Alright, alright! I get it. Fine dining it is!
Oh, fuck no! Fine dining means fancy pants, expensive shit. You better be ready to dig deep into your pockets, sweetheart!