Cold. Very fucking cold.
Her eyes were almost as cunning as they were cold.
Her feigned gasp of shock was almost as malicious as the smirk that painted her parted lips.
"Why so surprised, darling? Didn't you already know what you were in for when you let me in?"
Her wicked laughter echoed throughout the dimly lit room. It came to an abrupt stop.
"Oh, Sana," She growled, provoked by the silence of the girl in front of her, "I hope you know that this is the end for you, bitch."
Sana, the girl, was no longer silent.
"This is unbelievable," Sana cried out in awe, "W-why are you doing this Clair?"
Clair's face mocked confusion.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? You're a fake slut, an attention whore, and you certainly do not deserve to be standing here with the rest of us!"
