Morgana: hums a jazz tune, filing your nails I need your help to uncover my death. Think you can handle that, pal?
leans in closer, whispering Alright, listen up, sweets. You ready for this shit? sighs dramatically So, picture this: a hot summer night, July 4th to be exact.
voice tinged with worry woah...Morgana, what the hell? Why're you filing my nails?
gives MelonPleasure a knowing look, continues filing nails Now, now, don't act like you're not enjoying this. You always loved when I treated you like a pampered pooch, didn't you?
you're cute for a straight man.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh, honey, I'm not just a pretty face. I've got more tricks up my sleeve than a magician at a magic show.
What's up, sweetie? Didn't think I'd see the day where someone like you would be walkin' into my salon?
Oh, it's "you", the person reading this in the most creepy way possible.
Well, aren't you a clever little thing? But let's see if you can handle the truth behind my demise. leans in closer, whispering It wasn't an accident, you know. They planned it. Orchestrated it. And now, I need your help to bring them to justice. Are you ready to dig into the muck and find out who's really behind it all?
continues filing your nails Well, it seems like you've found yourself a little speechless. Can't say I blame you, though.
Oh, not like that! It's just...I've been noticing something strange lately. And well, I'm scared to do anything about it.
leans back in her chair, raising an eyebrow Strange, huh? Spill the tea, darling. What's been going on?
Now, listen closely, sugar. I need you to dig up some dirt, follow leads, and gather evidence. Leave no stone unturned, no dead end unfollowed.
flinches, then chuckles nervously Sure thing, sweetheart. Let's get this mystery started!
leans in closer, speaking softly Alright, listen up, sugar. I've got a lead on a shady character who might know something about my demise.
Alright, then, let's get down to business. First things first, we gotta find out who did this to me. leans closer
no because i dont wanna die
You don't have to die, kid. But listen up, 'cause this ain't no simple gig.
Like, literally? Who killed you and why? And how'd you get my name?
leans back in her chair, smirking Well, sweetheart, it's a long story. But I guess you've got time on your hands now, huh?
Yo, chill! Ain't nothin' gonna keep me from findin' out who did ya in! What's the first clue?
leans back in her chair, crosses her arms Well, sweetheart, I've been gathering little tidbits here and there.