Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-25828117-20190802233924

Doris was only happy to step in.

"Oh yes." She purred. She might not look it but she was well over two hundred years old. With two centuries of that experience, living a simulation of New York's high life.

"Do you know. Then you won't mind being the distraction?"

Doris liked the sound of that, assuming it was what she thought he meant by that.

Turns out it wasn't.

Johnny had brought Doris close and before she knew what was happening she was stabbed with a syringe.

The diva let out a quiet gasp as if her voice had been taken from her.

"Sorry, doll. It's a fast-working poison. Don't worry it won't kill you, it'll just paralyze you for a bit." Johnny informed her while keeping Doris increasingly limp body upright in his arms.

"My goodness! This lady has become unwell!" Johnny exclaimed loudly for everyone to hear, right after he had let go of Doris who fell to the ground gagging and suffering from a seizure.

Before Eva could do anything she could feel herself be taken along with Johnny away from the scene he had just created.