First, can we acknowledge a simple fact? That fact is, I am the best. At everything I do. I top everyone at everything-save Nnoitra in the bed. So, forgive me for feeling threatened by little bat boy over there, sauntering around in his little green glitzy tailcoat and booty shorts. Damn, like, why did Aizen have to hire him to wait the tables? His ass is waaaaay cuter than mine, and that in of itself is a crime. Nobody, and I mean nobody, out-cutes my ass. Nobody. And he's so fucking pale, it's borderline ugly. UGH!
"Madame Szayel, breathe. He's just a waiter. It's not like he's going on stage with us," Aaroniero said, trying to reassure me before the show. He always understood well that I am the definition of the jealous type.
"Well, I guess you're right, Madame Iero. He's only doing the tables," I sighed, smoothing out my skirt.
The show was about to commence. Taking the stage first would be Grimmjow, then Aaroniero, and finally me. Dr. Szayelaporro Granz, PharmD by day, but by night, Madame Szayel Granz, Dancing Queen of Las Noches Bar and Grill.
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Dance with my Heart
FanficThe stage, the lights, the beauty! Szayelaporro Granz is a pharmaceutical researcher by day, but by night, he's out on the town as a Dancing Queen, one of many drag queens that work the night shifts at Las Noches Bar and Grill. He's also the most fa...
