Another Notch In The Bedpost // Pick Your Aphro

[not_from_ikea]

Oh God.Those were the only words the maid could think of, Shannon's eyes wide as she looked over herself in the mirror. There was nothing there when she was in the shower, but after she'd gotten out, the words began to appear, gold words in script on her body. Wrapped only in a towel, Shannon tried to pick them all out as she stood in front of the

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[chessplay]

Like a ghost, one could not hear her footsteps. Or rather perhaps she was not walking. Had she been in the room all along? She could overwhelm even the strongest with her presence and yet hide so completely from those who could not be bothered to open their eyes to more than just what could be seen. She was sitting in a perfectly comfortable position on the flat wood across the top of her headboard, cackling quite suddenly.

Cackle cackle cackle.

"Hoh?? This is truly quite bold development. The furniture has become addicted to being used by humans, has she? How pleasant, how pleasant."

[not_from_ikea]

Shannon felt her shame blossom into anger, blue eyes narrowing as she turned to look at the one who taunted her. "Lady Beatrice," she greeted coolly, "I've done nothing of the sort. The drugs in this place could even overpower the Endless Witch; don't pretend you're not as privy to it as the rest of the prisoners here." Despite the venom in her eyes, her tone was... civil. Perhaps polite.

[chessplay]

"You know all about a witch's feelings? That is really quite a jest! Cacklecacklecackle!" Shannon was a foolish piece of furniture, but she was at times quite an honest person. Beatrice could not inwardly deny the heat beneath her clothes, but of course, her pokerface was exceedingly strong. It wouldn't do to crack under a truth like that.

But Beatrice also knew how to read people- possibly she could read minds. "The glimpses of men I have caught in her mind, furniture. Are they the men whose names you have across your body? Hoho! You are quite sly. To take my gift of love and share it with so many. What a greedy piece of furniture. Cacklecackle."

[not_from_ikea]

Shannon couldn't feel more shame than she already was; that was at least one small leg she had over the witch, tiny though it may have been. Pulling the towel tighter around herself, she turned her gaze away. "Think whatever you like," she replied simply. She knew the drug and hotel events had made her a bit more eager to do such carnal deeds; however, she knew she had to have wanted it, to some degree. She didn't need tattoos all over her body to remind her of what she'd done.