“Take those rags,” the blonde woman screamed, the frills on her plump breasts swaying gracefully, “and get out of my sight! Don’t set foot here again, you bastard!” “These aren’t mine,” Dandelion said in astonishment, taking a pair of men’s trousers with odd-coloured legs from the ground. “I’ve never had trousers like these in my life.” “Get out! I don’t want to see you anymore! You… you… Do you know what you’re like in bed? Pathetic! Pathetic, do you hear! Do you hear, everybody?”
