"What the fuck!" Veronica snarled as the flash went off. "You getting a picture to wank off to, you fucking dyke?"
Cheryl stared at the new Veronica Lodge. Gone was the stylishly spoiled rich daddy girl. Her formely elegant raven locks was now mainly shaved, with the except of the large black mohawk that thrust out from her head. Her lips, eyelids, and nails were coated
with black lipstick and silver rings and studs adorned numerous parts of her face, including ears, lips, nose, and tongue. She wore a tight black tanktop, black leather shorts, fishnet stockings and gloves, black high-heeled boots, and all sorts of silver
spiked jewellery, including a spiked collar, spiked gauntlets, and a spiked belt.
There were many things the goth-punk "Raunchy Ronnie" liked to do: taking drugs, attending loud consorts, fucking both boys and girls, and pissing off her lame dad, teachers, and other authority figures.
"Hey, Cheryl, you wanna fuck, bitch?" Ronnie asked as she took a puff of her cigarette. "Or you too wimpy to ride Raunchy Ronnie?"
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