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Dite's Decadent Delights, Monday Afternoon

The last thing in the world Karla wanted to be reminded of right now was sex. So, of course, she had to work today. Of course she did. Why would anything in this world want to go well for her today?

Rather than mope about it further though, Karla was going to look at this as an opportunity. An opportunity to find everything relating to nuns, priests, or religion in general and destroy it.

There. That would be nicely therapeutic.

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Miley peered over the counter, sighed wearily, and began sifting through. "This, this, and that are unworn," she said, pointing. Meanwhile there was a healthy pile of other costume items remaining in the bag. "Just... trash the rest."

Ewwwww.

It was now a case of unhealthy curiosity that had Karla still pawing through the bag. Sorry, Miley.

"Let's see, I think I can take all these handcuffs back," she offered. Why Miley had needed multiple pairs was beyond her, but there would be no judging. Not after the weekend. "And--this, too."

Whatever that was.

"Thank you so much," Miley said sincerely. "That -- what does that even -- no. Nope. Don't wanna know!" she sang out. "I am good not knowing."

She really, really was.

"I can get rid of the rest," Karla promised, moving to Little Stryfe to ring Miley out. "Do you have a rece--err, never mind. Don't worry about it."

She handed Miley some cash back. "I'll probably just burn them," she said, considering she had her own little bundle to feed to the flames. "Wanna join me."

"YES," Miley agreed vigorously, pocketing the cash. "Totally."

Brief awkward pause, and then --

"So did you, like, have a weird weekend?"

"I was a Skywalker who'd been abandoned as an infant, raised in a nunnery, which I had to escape because there was an assassin after me," Karla said dryly. "Who turned out to be my childhood betrothed."

There was no way to make that sound less ridiculous. None.

"You?"

Karla didn't want to assume streetwalker, but...

Miley raised her eyebrows. "Oookay," she said, evidently perplexed. "I had another personality who was secretly a pop star who wanted to shed the double life by taking off her clothes."

Which was, well, meta-true.

"I think that might even be more preposterous than mine," Karla said, chuckling a little. "It sounded ridiculous even before you added in the bit about taking off her clothes."

Sorry, Miley.

Miley laughed awkwardly. "Yeaaah," she lied. "Totally... impossible."

"Oh, I wouldn't say impossible," Karla said thoughtfully. "Just wildly improbable. Why would you want to?"

"Oh, you know... attention, people kissing up to you, a way better wardrobe..."

Wait.

"But," Miley added, "you wouldn't get to live a normal life!"

Riiiiight. That was what she kept telling herself. Karla, was any of this sounding less than hypothetical?

Yeah, funny about that. No. No, it wasn't.

She was kind of raising an eyebrow at Miley, now. "Have you looked around the island? None of us lead normal lives." Please see: this weekend. "I mean, I kind of get what you mean. It's nice to be Karla here, instead of a Queen, but just how normal could your life be, pretending all the time?"

Miley hesitated.

That was... oddly true.

"Well," she said, scrambling for a coherent response to that bit of profundity. "I guess. Not very?"

She was thinking HARD. And it showed, too. Her head hadn't tilted that much in a good long while.

"You pretty much have to lie to everyone," Karla said, keeping an eye on Miley. "And think of all the things you'd have to miss out on. Like, what if there was a huge concert scheduled opposite prom or something? Or your birthday? Or a friend's birthday?"

Miley frowned even more, and yep, that was the face of a disillusioned kid right there. It was the There's-No-Santa? face all over again.

"I guess... you could look at it that way," she said finally. "But maybe if you told your really close friends, they could... sort of... move things around?"

And inconvenience them in your name. Real classy, Miley.

"Not everything can be moved around," Karla said. "And maybe not everything should. Sure, you may be the famous rock star, but they're still you're friends. And then there's the stuff that can't be moved, like funerals and weddings. Even if the people closest to you know the secret, that doesn't mean they'll be okay with you missing stuff like that."

The hypothetical 'you' of course.

Miley thought about that for a minute, remembering instances when that had proven all too true. Like Lilly's birthday, for instance, and Jackson's basketball game. And her date with Travis, and...

"Yeah," she said. Then sprung up. "I've gotta go."

And then she bolted out of there. Sorry, Karla.

"Don't you wanna..." Karla called after her, but she was gone.

"That female is crazy."

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