Chris looked at her, and his mouth hung open. She had on a red shirt with a picture of a black cat in the center,some ripped black shorts, and some flip-flops. The shirt was slightly ripped at the top, revealing a generous amount of cleavage. He had some ruby red lipstick, some eyeliner, black eye shadow, bat earrings. She had a sceptor in her right hand and a broom in her left.
"Oh, no! Please don't bewitch me and steal my soul, most pretty of witches!" he said. They laughed at this.
"Thank you for that performance, big bro," she said. "Anything to keep my soul," he joked again, making them both laugh. "Oh, yeah. I found an accessory box today. Would you like me to see if there's maybe a witch's hat so that you can complete your look?" "Sure." He looked through the box, and sure enough, there was a witch's hat in there. Chris put it on Cathy's head, and her eyes glazed over. "What is your command, master?" she said. Chris wasn't convinced. Cathy could have come in and seen the box, and is acting to try and make him look stupid. 'Better test it.'
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