Oh. Ms. B1tch got the call. Soon she will be Concierge at the fancy go schmancy club. Soon she will have to smile and smile and smile. Soon she will lord it over all the patrons, but they will not know they are being lorded upon, for Ms. B is crafty and wise.
Ms. B will put on her suit, and her heels, and her lipstick, and that crafty smile, and Ms. B will step inside that world where good good oh good food will be served along with good wine--her favorite part, and where some of the patrons have money spilling from their pockets and others do not but pretend they do and others are just regular folk who need the company of others in a club atmosphere. Ms. B1tch will sashay through the halls and dining areas and bar areas, and Ms. B will sit upon her throne and direct patrons here and there and everywhere. Ms. B is Queen of the Club and don't they forget it!
Ms. B will see and hear and she will pretend she does not see and hear: for Ms. B1tch is discrete! Is that the spelling for discreet? Ms. B is not an English Teacher! Ms B makes no apologies for misspelled words and bad grammar! Ms B is a food B1tch, not a English Teacher B1tch!
Soon, Ms. B will return. For now, Ms. B1tch is about to consume a breakfast of pecan waffles dusted with powdered sugar, with fresh juicy strawberries sliced atop.