◤𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕪◢ - It Started With Vomit!

Chapter 13: Doe-Eyed Mistresses

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She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her light blonde quills were incredulously long yet short at the same time - calling it medium wouldn't come close to giving its enigmatic energy enough credit. Her skin was just as elegant— a beautiful, marble pale color, highlighting the constant rush of blood in her cheeks, neck, and ears - an envious natural blush seen only in babies and toddlers - which gave her a begrudgingly dollish disposition.

"Excuse me but, are you Miss Amy Rose?" Her ocean-blue eyes gave way to curiosity, crashing into some unknown place I never knew I had within my being.

"Y-yes. Why?" I found myself stuttering. Her stare was so endearing, I almost - only almost - saw why Shadow would fall prey to such a surreal creature. She easily made me look like a cheap, tasteless happy meal at a local drive-through. "Who are you? What are you doing in this house?"

"AH!" She gasped like an excited schoolgirl, causing my heart to skip a beat. It should be illegal to be this beautiful! "The media didn't do you any justice at all, love! You look much more enchanting in person!"

"I do?" I puzzled.

"You do!"

Was she blind? Me? Enchanting? I was average at best! "You flatter me." And she really did, "But—"

"Oh, how I see why Shadow loves you so much!" That was the second time someone was making this type of comment again. Did Shadow share such information with his friend just as easily with his mistress? And why is she so freaking happy at the unfavorable revelation? It doesn't exactly make her life easier if such a wealthy customer were to drop her after (years?) of patronage. Was he possibly abusing her? Is she so happy the ordeal is being passed unto me? "Lucy, she's in here!" the dainty hedgehog called out into the living room downstairs.

"There's a second one?! I-I mean, you shouldn't be in here! Shadow is practically a married man, so cease your advances. I'm warning you, I won't take so kindly to your promiscuous interactions once our union is espoused!"

The second one spared me no mercy. "Was shadow's house always this big? I felt as though I was in last year's fall festival's hay maze!" Her quills were a lovely, short, curly spring green. Her skin, the loveliest chocolate brown with queer, three interesting beauty marks riddled in each their own individual splotches. To kill me some off more, her eyes just had to be yellow apatite crystals in the flesh.

"Woah! She's so gorgeous, Maria." That, I was not! "I can so see how Shadow fell in love with you!" 

Just great! Both mistresses were buttering me up for my far-from-fortuitous fate.

"You can't be in here! Out! Now!" I sterned; although it wasn't nearly as effective as I wanted it to be - my voice unfailingly reflected the obvious disdain I held myself in looking at both beautiful mistresses. They had nothing on me whatsoever and I wouldn't be mad if they chose you to pull an Uno-reverse card on me at any moment.

"We're sorry for making you feel uncomfortable..." the crystal-eye one muttered. 

"Um, we'll leave this right here and go," the dollish one set down some bags she had been holding for a while on the nearest console table. "It was nice meeting you, Miss Amy Rose."

Doe-eyed, Angel mistresses! Seriously? Why is this world so unfair towards me— this is psychological torture!

"STOP! STOP!" I hollered down the stairs, rushing to meet them before they could reach the door. "STOP! PLEASE, STOP!"

"Miss Rose? Is something the matter?"

"I..." why had I called out to them? "I think..." I'm going crazy! "I hope..." I didn't offend you; that was rude of me. "I mean, would you care for some breakfast plates? I can't finish them all on my own; it's been seating on the dining table staring at me for an hour now."