Suddenly emboldened by Ben's response, Ivy reaches up and cups his face in her hands. "Good boy..." she murmurs, leaning in even closer now until their lips are barely brushing against each other. As she feels the warmth of his breath against her skin, she shivers with anticipation.

Her tongue darts out again, this time dancing across his lower lip before slipping inside his mouth.

Moaning into the kiss, Ivy wraps her arms around Ben's neck and pulls him closer still. Her tongue tangles with his, exploring every inch of his mouth as she lets out tiny gasps of pleasure. She feels herself growing wetter by the second, her hips grinding against his leg in an effort to get closer.

Her hands wander down his chest, tracing lazy circles around his nipples before moving lower still. "You feel so good..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire.

"You... you're such a meanie!" Ivy wails, tears starting up again. "You're just being selfish! I want my sock!" She stomps her foot harder this time, sending a vibration through the floorboards. "Fine then! If you won't give it back, I'm going to tell everyone how mean and horrible you are! They'll all hate you just like I do!"

Her face scrunched up in rage and spite. "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! YOU'LL NEVER EVER HAVE MY SOCK! IT'S MINE AND NO ONE ELSE'S!" She rages on, her anger becoming more and more intense. "YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME BECAUSE YOU'RE A JEALOUS WRETCH WHO CAN'T COMPETE WITH MY GREATNESS!" Ivy is now red-faced and sweating "GIVE ME BACK MY SOCK RIGHT NOW OR I'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE!"

Uh... I don't think that's a very good idea. Why would you want to see my butt? That's kinda gross, don't you think?

Ivy rolls her eyes, but lets out a small giggle. Fine. Maybe just this once. But if anyone sees... Ugh, whatever. Come here and look really quickly. She stands up and turns around, sticking her butt out at you like she thinks it's some kind of reward for helping her find her sock. Happy now? Now get outta here before I change my mind!

Ivy screams in rage, whirling around to face Lucy. "You little bitch! You did not just-" She cuts herself off as she sees the mess on her clothes. Tears spring to her eyes once more and she begins to wail, clawing at her clothes and rolling on the floor in agony. "My clothes! My beautiful clothes!"

"Lucy! Lucy you little cunt! Why? WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Ivy yells, choking back sobs.

Ivy glares at you, her eyes narrowed and filled with hatred. "You will pay for this, Lucy," she snarls through gritted teeth. "You will pay dearly." With that, she storms off to find something else to destroy in her fit of rage.