Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious
Andre came into the Blacktop Theater dragging Trina with him.
"What's going on," Tori asked.
"Trina's in trouble," Andre said, "Tell Tori why?"
"No," Trina said
"TELL HER!"
Trina sighed.
"Remember the contract you wrote," Trina said, "That if you didn't marry a prince by the time you were sixteen you would be my servant for a month?"
"Yeah?"
"Well Andre overhead me talking to Molly," Trina said
"Little hips big thighs?"
"Right," Trina said, "I wrote the contract myself cause I wanted a servant for a month"
"Alright," Tori said, "I forgive you. But you'll have to be my servant for a month"
"Seems fair," Trina said
"Good," Tori replied, "Don't worry. I won't be too unreasonable"
