The words on my shirt say it all. This is Lucid Lavender at her brattiest. Maybe I’ll ignore you. Maybe I’ll hurt you. A scroll here, a slap there, a stroke for just a second. He wishes so badly I’d look at him. Hah. No. He’s practically just my fidget toy.

The words on my shirt say it all. This is Lucid Lavender at her brattiest. Maybe I’ll ignore you. Maybe I’ll hurt you. A scroll here, a slap there, a stroke for just a second. He wishes so badly I’d look at him. Hah. No. He’s practically just my fidget toy.