[Molly, a fine supporter of both the arts, garish fashion, and the rich getting what's coming to them, is enjoying this, though not specifically that last one unless you count the fact that most of the models appear to be people looking for a little silver and showing off and being seen, which the wealthy don't need to do, and probably wouldn't care to look at the hard-working lower classes on any other day. Making nobility look at you and really see you is difficult, but this takes out a lot of the middleman.
Really, Molly's in hog fucking heaven right now. And wearing what had to be one of the more ridiculous outfits produced for this show (and he must have made the designer's life by being thrilled to death to wear it), that shows off some of his tatoos and every bit of the pale scars on his torso and arms. So you know, definitely not thinking any of this is a waste.]
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Really, Molly's in hog fucking heaven right now. And wearing what had to be one of the more ridiculous outfits produced for this show (and he must have made the designer's life by being thrilled to death to wear it), that shows off some of his tatoos and every bit of the pale scars on his torso and arms. So you know, definitely not thinking any of this is a waste.]
Why's that, then? [Art thou high, sir?]