So, recently someone decided to spread a nasty little rumor about me that I feel the need to publicly and strongly DENY!
I get it, really. I am known for outrageous things. In fact, there were six whole days in the early part of the year that I have absolutely no memory of. I have no idea what I was doing, who I was doing, or where I was. When Mistress picked me up in the Bertaka in Venal(?), I didn’t have a clue where my clothes were. Though, someone did find my panties in Fade.
She kept me on a short leash after that: green leather with gold accents, very cute.
So, yes, I am more or less willing to accept pretty much any claim someone makes against me. I mean, no one needs to hack my neocom account to get my nudes. I post them straight to the galnet.
But this last rumor that I am the companion (in the sexual sense) of a Caldari CEO is just wrong. Come on, people. Think about it. There are lines I don’t really cross. I’m not a Caldari, you know. I really don’t have a price, no matter how many zeros are added.
The Caladri hate me and everything I stand for. You know, the virtues of freedom, self determination, advanced genetic manipulation to be a cat, and liberal use of drugs. Oh, you know, also my hedonistic ways, my bisexuality, taste in colours other than grey, love of star cakes, and decent music.
So, again, there is no way any Caldari could employ me to be their companion. Period. Anyone that says otherwise is lying.
The only famous Caldari that I have slept with is Diana Kim, and she doesn’t remember because she asploded her head after. Something about dishonor and shame. Poor girl. Apparently, for all their scientific research, the Caldari still have not discovered the female climax.
Anyways. Lies. Lies and slander.