Cruel Intentions, Kathryn Merteuil

Eat me, Sebastian. It’s all right for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone, but when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact I have to act like Mary Sunshine twenty four seven so I can be considered a lady? I’m the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side and sometimes I want to kill myself. So there’s your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now, tell me, are you in or are you out?