Don’t look at me. I’ve been a good girl. Just ask N.

Besides, I don’t act against the sisterhood of the Rebeccas. We have a sacred bond.

R wheels into the bedroom and begins to undress. Her pajamas are on a shelf low enough for her to reach even out of her chair. Suddenly, @BackedUpStark walks in.

“Babe… This is going to sound crazy, but… I’d like to take Tøren under my wing. She’s literally me, a younger me, right down to the stumpy thighs. If I can rehabilitate her, maybe she can see past her anger.”

Scooting up as silently as she can behind @BackedUpStark, R abruptly wraps her arms around her lady’s legs. The blonde is delightfully naked, à la Governor Lachlan’s new laws regarding public nudity in New York State.

“Babe, I have ideas for my birthday party.”