Lady Vinegar! No, Ladies Vine and Gar

"And that is what he said, Lady Vinegar!" Butler Basket Face recounted the events of the day to Lady Vinegar.

"WHAT!? He sold me to Cuban!? That fucking, dickless Wanker?" Lady Vinegar cursed harshly.

At the moment, it was nighttime, and they were in the confines of her weirdly decorated and shimmering room.

However, this room was divided into two with a red tape that ran from the ground all the way to the ceiling and back again, joining the other side.

This was the same thing for the bed.

One half of the room was decorated with conventional dazzle and glamour, pink and flowers, and on the other side, it was red and black.

It had weird, graphic, bloody paintings on the walls, and it looked like the room of a very rebellious child.

With just a single red line, the entire room contrasted itself heavily.

Right now, Lady Vinegar is dressed in a full-floor-length red gown.