"Scary. Sexy. Obedient." You demand.

"Yes, sir...but, how will I know who is who, Master?"

A chuckle. "You won't."

***

Scary...sexy? Harley Quinn! Trite, but classic. I'll terrorize master's guests with my bat until they subdue me. My makeup will run with my tears and their cum.

***

Guests are arriving, and my pussy betrays me. I savor the building trickle.

***

No! I recognize your cruel intentions when he walks in, poorly disguised. Ichabod with a pumpkin-shaped head.

I can't. I WON'T!

Obedient, I must... I will.

Not for him, but for you, sweet Master.

***

The clock strikes. It begins...