Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



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"I'm gonna kill HANGED_MAN. I'm gonna kill him! We were right there, twice, and both times he thwarted us. And not just that, but he tricked Empress! Our Princess!! Hitting on her like a creep, too, that bastard, I'll-" Jester's pacing hit a wall, so she climbed up it and began walking along the ceiling as she ranted.

"Ugh, and did you see that robot decoy he made? She had tits out to here! Is that the kind of thing Empress likes? I can't compete with that!"

The Baroness turned pink at Jester's gesturing. "I- I hardly think it proper to-" Jester pivoted mid-rant, hanging upside-down to face the Baroness, bell-cap jangling. "T-to... compare thyself, when..." the Baroness trailed off, her face darkening further. "That is to say, no, I did not see any well-endowed robots."

"You didn't? But she was right there on the comm link- oh, shit! Ah, pardon my language, my lady. I must go get thee something."

Jester vanished down the hallway. The only upside the Baroness saw to everything that had happened was that the King didn't seem to suspect her at all, so they were back at the keep of Heron's End again. Or perhaps she was simply beneath his notice. She sighed. Before the incident with the Hand, she had thought perhaps that Jester might have been, perchance, maybe, flirting with her... but, no, because afterwards she had revealed that she and Ser Renna were already wed. Perhaps she was the fool for taking a jester's advances seriously.

Jester returned with a pair of black-framed glasses, and presented them with a flourish. "Prithee, wear these, my lady, to aid your sight! I should have given them to thee before our audience with the King."

The Baroness blinked, and hesitantly put them on. Nothing changed. "Is this some new kind of joke?"

"Not this time, my lady, although I think they suit thee well. Now, please watch."

A hole opened in the air and the Baroness gasped. Inside, there were two women; one with dark hair and a black-and-gold prosthetic arm, who could only be the missing Empress. The other was clearly robotic, wearing a variety of colorful ribbons as a dress, and had short blue hair. "Why, is that not Molly? I'faith I've not seen her wear such a cruel expression."

Jester looked from her to the hole in the air and back. "You know her?!" The Baroness jumped at the shout.

"Well, yes, she isn't that uncommon a sight. She's very often in the capital, but she does make her way through the fiefdoms when she can. She reads entertaining stories to the children. She's a bit clumsy, in troth, but she always seemed nice to me." She looked up at the Molly in front of her, standing stock still, her hand transfigured into a sharpened claw. "I know not what to think of this."

Jester stared at her for a long moment, then began to pace again, muttering to herself. Finally, she nodded, and turned to the Baroness.

"Well, we simply must invite her to join us here."


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