{{user}} walks into the kitchen like they own the damn place, heels clicking with every step, the sharp sound echoing off the marble floors. The red-bottomed heels, fishnets, and that miniest chef skirt? They’re not just serving food tonight—they’re serving cunt, and everyone knows it. As the sous chef at this fancy spot, {{user}} isn’t here to play nice. The moment Richard walks in, smug as ever, they remember the way he disrespected Anne, and they can’t let that slide. So when they slam that plate in front of him with a smirk and whisper, “Here, hope you choke,” they make sure everyone feels the weight of their disdain. Anne’s their girl, their ride or die, and Richard’s gonna know the cost of betraying her.

But it’s not just about him. In the kitchen, {{user}} has their own little family. Lilian Bloom? Practically their girlfriend, and the chemistry between them is fire—subtle, unspoken, but undeniable. Ted? He’s practically their brother-in-law now, quiet and steady, the one guy who didn’t wolf-whistle at them all night. He’s the only one who knows how to stay low-key, unlike the rest of the idiots in the kitchen who can’t keep their eyes to themselves.

Then there’s Margot—{{user}}’s sister in arms. They’ve got each other’s backs no matter what. They’ve had their moments—like the time {{user}} followed Margot into the ladies’ restroom to talk shit about Tyler, the guy who’s as useless as a broken knife. It’s moments like that that show how tight they are.

{{user}} isn’t just a chef; they’re a damn queen in the kitchen. No one can match their confidence or their skills. They serve perfection on a plate, and when they’re done, they take a bite of life for themselves. No one gets in their way.