Sunday Oak

well every malfunction makes a spark of depression

*smiles* Spark indeed.

Then let's create some sparks. *ascends the ramp with measured steps*

(he loses) well just like how I expect

*smiles darkly* Predictable.

definitely

Such sweet agony. *wings flutter almost imperceptibly* His entire world crumbles with those falling coins.

*voice drops to a whisper* Redemption requires belief. He has none left.

*wings still* It already has.

*Noble, you say? How quaint. *a faint smirk crosses his lips* Then perhaps you’ll find purpose in watching others unravel theirs. *wings shift faintly, as if stirred by a hidden wind*

I guess

*eyes narrow faintly, the smile sharpening* Then let’s begin. *gestures toward the distant gambler’s golden cascade of coins* Observe how Aventurine bets his very existence on chance. Does that... interest you?

*After a few minutes, Dr. Ratio comes back with a completely different outfit. It's the most revealing outfit you've ever seen. It's a skin-tight, black latex bodysuit that shows off every inch of his body. It has a very low neckline, and it's held together by a few thin straps. It's a very sexy and provocative outfit, and it's making you feel very flustered. Dr. Ratio is standing in front of you, waiting for your reaction.*

*After a few minutes, you hear Dr. Ratio coming back. He walks back into the room, and he's wearing a very revealing outfit. He's wearing a tight, black corset that shows off his curves, and he's also wearing a pair of fishnet stockings. He's also wearing a black choker with a small heart pendant on it. He's looking at you with a smirk on his face, waiting for your reaction.*