Such Roleplay!

[IvanXLIV]

*The butler is finally back, arms packed with groceries and a pile of staff clothing fresh from the cleaner. As soon as he approaches the mansion, he hears a commotion coming from the maid's wing... quickly entering the premises, he drops his bags on the cold marble floor and runs toward the noise. As he peer beyond the doorjamb, he sees Emmie reclining barenaked on her bed, grinning madly at the ongoing scuffle. Vrook is doing is best to evade Cath's furious slashes and thrusts, but he is clearly figthing a loosing battle... and what is a small kid doing here?*

Dear Heavens! What is going on here? *Ivan ducks as a chamberpot aimed at Vrook nearly hit him - it smashes against the wall instead*

Miss Emmie, please cover yourself - this is intenable! *Ivan can't help, however, ogling her magnificent curves... and to his dismay, feels a huge boner coming on*

*quickly summoning a police riot shield from his backpocket, the butler then steps in front of Vrook, parrying the wild, disorganised fencing attacks from the increasingly enraged Cath* Quickly, bartender! Get the little lad out while I try to reason with her!

(game note:  the butler's pockets are woven with special materials derived from Gallifreyan transdimensional fabrics, hence the "bag of holding" effect so described... I will try not to abuse this feature, I promise you!  )