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"I specialize in fashion, not potato sacks."
Tav shot the dwarf a withering look. "Bitch?" The tadpole writhed and lashed out simultaneously.
Figaro staggered back, looking both pained and besotted. Tav was already headed for the door, cursing quietly.
"Wait," Figaro called. "Wait! I didn't mean it! You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen!"
Seizing the moment, Tav gestured rudely over her shoulder as she stormed down the street. "Too late, dickhead!"
Behind her, Figaro fell to his knees and wept.