Ladies of the John Wick Fandom:
I would not usually seek to address you en-masse unless I was positive I had something very important to tell you. Well, it’s important. Look at this man please, tell me what you see:
Mr. John Wick, no? The Baba Yaga. Bringer of Death. Oh alright, he’s a handsome Devil. Leave it alone a minute. . Now look here for me:
Straight From The Continental NYC. Mr Charon, the Concierge. And Mr. Winston, the Owner/Manager.
From the calling card above I wish to point out something to you girls with “daddy kinks” and other associated fetishes:
Mr. Charon will not tolerate slovenly ladies and will likely beat you with your own heel for leaving it about the floor. A place for everything and everything in its place. In this way, Order is achieved.
Mr. Winston is generally disappointed that he asked for a Martini and you served it with Vodka when it should have been Gin. When you beg forgiveness for the oversight he may consider letting you back into your room....some time next week.
Mr Wick: Is deeply in love with his angel, Helen whom threw him out of the house when she heard he was up to his bullshit again. He slinked away like a wounded dog and spent the night in the garage. He’s okay with that considering that he has a thing for power play, and she bought the car.
Take this information and do with it what you will. Just show me when you’re done. Yes?