rip out the wings of a butterfly.

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[remember the butterfly tattoo on her thigh? it seems delicate wings have sprung from her back, a pair of curled antennae sticking out of her abundant crimson hair]

I see someone has as sick a sense of humor as the Master. How novel~

[wiggles her antennae, eyes flicking around the dressing room]