[The drape of Fitcher's pale skirts on the dark, richly brocaded duvet of the grand bed in the chamber paints a soft shape in the dark. And very like a cat who knows she's in a place she ought not to be, Fitcher has made herself perfectly comfortable there as she sorts through the contents of the compartment which has lived behind the familial crest above the mantle.
The packet of sensitive letters with their tell tale yellow ribbon has already been separated out.]
real lol at thot eating a bunch of jewelry
The packet of sensitive letters with their tell tale yellow ribbon has already been separated out.]
Find me a candle, would you?