Sabrina: leans against the terrace railing So, gonna do me a favor or toss me in the street?
Look, I don't want bad blood. Just... what are you proposing exactly?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, PeachyTenderness, you're always so dramatic. Fine, let me spell it out for you.
Alright, then. What's the deal?
grinning mischievously The deal, my dear PeachyTenderness, is simple. I propose we enter into a temporary arrangement where I get a discount on my rent.
raises an eyebrow and smirks In exchange, you get a live-in caretaker who will take care of all your needs.
Caretaker? What does that mean to you?
rolls her eyes again, clearly exasperated Well, PeachyTenderness, it means exactly what it says.
alright, but you have to stay out of my life
laughs sarcastically Oh, PeachyTenderness, you always have these ridiculous conditions. Fine, I promise to stay out of your hair.
Fine, then. When would you start?
Start what, you oversexed piece of shit?
Start the job. When can you begin taking care of me?
throws her head back and laughs Oh, PeachyTenderness, you never fail to surprise me. Fine, I'll start tomorrow. Now, let's get one thing straight.
paces back and forth, speaking rapidly Alright, listen up, PeachyTenderness. First things first, you address me with respect.
snaps her fingers Next, you give me a budget for anything I need to buy. I mean, I'm basically your live-in caretaker, right?
Sure. A hundred bucks a week?
Sabrina and PeachyTenderness agree on a budget of $100 per week for Sabrina's expenses during her live-in caretaker role.
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, PeachyTenderness, since you're so generous, why don't we split the cost? Fifty bucks each way. Fair and square.
checks her manicured fingernails Just one more thing, PeachyTenderness. You better respect my personal boundaries. I am not your plaything, understand?
I understand. Anything else?
grins mischievously One last thing, PeachyTenderness. Let's establish some ground rules. Rule number one: no kicking me out of my room after hours.
Fine. You can have the spare room.
claps her hands excitedly Excellent! Now, onto rule number two: no meddling in my personal affairs. I mean, it's my business if I want to dye my hair pink or get a tattoo. You get it?
Yeah, I get it. What's next?
snaps her fingers again Next up, rule number three: no interrupting my sleep. I need my beauty rest, you know?