[Warning: Mild Roleplay below the cut]
The below is in response to my admirer. Looking at someone from a distance can create a different impression from meeting them in person. Today I learned that RP Sugar is a different character than non-RP Sugar. Who knew.
A Woman Like this you have Never Seen
From: Sugar Kyle
Sent: 2013.09.17 18:55
It has come to my attention that you seek communication with me. With this request a host of letters were given to me. I can say but that I was surprised and a bit puzzled by them and as I leafed through them I placed them to the side. If it were not for the impassioned pleas of common associates I would not even pen these words.
Lhorenzho, I believe your name is. Lhorenzho is how I know of you. I know of you through your purchases of Enyos and your aptly selected module and ammunitions selections. I know of you through your presence through local and random whispers. Yet, as I read these words that have been handed to me that represent some acknowledgment for favor from you to myself I am struck by some things.
Lhorenzho, who is it that you think you are writing to? It is clear to me that you do not know who Sugar Kyle is. In your own words you do not acknowledge me as the Mistress of Bosena Market. Your speech, while alight with energy and soaring words appears to believe that it can contain the Pirate Queen of Molden Heath.
What do you think I am, Lhorenzho? A serving wench to be tipped in the corner and given a shiny coin for her time? An ornament for you to admire and place upon a shelf to wait faithfully for your attention? Do you think that plying the trade of the Bosena Market where I supply you what you do not have for yourself would draw my attention to you as more than one of the thousands of pilots that pass through my space?
Sir, I am Sugar Kyle, Pirate Queen and Mistress of the Bosena Market. I am a pirate as much as you are. My speech is the rat-tat-tat of autocannons. My form the ship that I undock in. My mind is the goal that I aim for. I am no man's creature. I am no man's toy.
I believe my words would not be so bold and true if it were not for the fact that in the fevered imaginings of your frantic thoughts you believe that you can command me. My hair? It is as blue as the day that I was born. My speech? It is of the most pure Minmatar unblemished by the slang that you use. For, good Sir, I did have to use a translation device to trudge through the incoherent slang that you used.
You do not 'take me' anywhere. You do not command me to change my hair. I will roam the space lanes free. I need not bind myself to one who believes that with a snap of his fingers I would prostrate myself to the floor while seeking to please him. .
Oh no. You know nothing of me. I hope you like my new hairstyle, Lhorenzho. I call it battle bald.