So this desk is going to be Arielle’s soon, huh?
Fine. Isn’t she famous on the internet because of her looks? I’ll make sure she’ll get a face no one ever dares to look at!
Queenie then began scavenging through her suitcase. Soon, she found a bottle of light yellow powder, and she evenly scattered it across the desk.
Her desk was different from the others as she had custom-made it. The desk was made with figured elm wood.
Once the powder fell into the grooves, it was camouflaged. Without a closer look, no one would notice it. Just a little contact with the powder would make one’s skin itch and rot. Without a special kind of antidote, the skin would be disfigured permanently.
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