Slave Girl (Gledfiddich)




I watched from the corner as the guests began departing from the Caesar's Tablinum.
Her Mistress seemed a litte miffed with her hubs, so much that she forgot to attend to the kitties. It was very unlikely of her leave with out them. Her and Nagrivipera have just been carried away, and she left her precious babies. Perhaps she just expected me to take care of them, as I always do.

I went over to the mass of furballs,and pulled on the satin smelly scarf thay were pawing at. I thought to myself “ahh, what a pretty scarf. Those damn kitty snagged the fabric, and nearly ruined it."

I shook my head in disgust.
"Only a beatiful, rich, horse-slut ,painted strumpet could afford to just toss a perfectly good quality scarf about the room and leave it for the cats to ruin! One of these days that girl will rot in the filth of her own fornication."

“Which,... Hhmmmm..Oddly enough is what this scarf smells like”, as I hold it close to my face and inhale.