No, you’re not wearin’ that again. [ harley can’t decide what pisses her off most — the fact that another dom decided it was their right to put a collar on charlotte like that, or that they chose arguably the ugliest one to force her to play the part and make nice. ] We’re gonna get you another one. A better one than that. If they need you collared up for some fucking apology tour, then it’ll be one you want to wear, not one you have to.

[ what grinds her gears more is that she had to find out about all of this after the fact, but then again, she hasn’t tried to really put tabs on charlotte or pay attention to where she is every minute of every day either, so maybe some of this is her own fault. ]

So we give them what they want for now, but we do it our way. Don’t give ‘em the satisfaction of makin’ you kneel in things they made you wear. You dress up how you want, you wear something pretty and shiny around your neck and you let me do the talkin’ on the network, and if I have to tell ‘em that I had to punish ya, we can make ‘em believe it. We’re good at pretend, aren’t we? [ her voice is soft, soothing, and she leans in to press her lips to charlotte’s temple, stroking along the side of her tear-streaked cheek. ]

You know I’d do anything for you, don’tcha, gorgeous? [ she turns charlotte’s face to hers, nudges their noses together. ] And that includes dealin’ with these assholes.