"You, Charlotte Valentine, are a brat. A brat I tell you."
An adorably exasperated look on her face, Amber nonetheless stood there, in a red and black dress that managed to make her look fantastic while also not showing too much skin. She knew why Charlotte had done this, and couldn't fault her at all.
"Ok, so... now that you've got me here, what's next on your diabolical plot to make me a social creature?" She asked, trying (and failing) to hide the amusement she felt.