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| (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: swiftly pirhouetting upon dainty toes as she glides towards the servery, golden tresses shimmering in the light of the room as it cascades over snakelike shoulders, looking back to Him as she flutters her long eyelashes before skipping into the servery... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: dances towards the back door beaming a smile as delicate ears listen to the soft melodious sound of tiny slave bells with every slight movement, opening the door inhaling the sweet scented aroma as she skips into the garden... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: scurries over to the flowerbed and lowers her voluptuous form upon bended knees, stretching her slight arm towards the colourful roses before her, smiling to herself as she hums a familiar tune... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: delicate fingers taking a few of the red roses in gentle grasp, careful not to prickle her soft fragile skin, rising to her lil feet, turning swiftly and dances back to the servery, hugging her favourite tree before disappearing back inside... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: a soft heel kicking the back door closed behind her, she skips to the cupboard where the many vases are kept... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: warm velvety tongue flicker over moist crimson lips beaming a smile as she finds a sufficient vase for the sweet red roses, taking it in light grasp as she rises straightening her back tall, holding her head high and proud as she closes the cupboard door... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: holding the crystal vessel to the sunlight, soft sparkling gems blinking from the brightest dazzle reflecting from the vase, skipping towards the sink before turning on the tap, filling the vase halfway as she gently whistles a soft tune...turning off the tap before swivelling upon dainty toes, approaching the counter, taking hold of the aromatic roses placing them in the water filled vase, pausing one moment at the joy of her service to her Owners and Ffamily, she gracefully walks proudly into the Main Hall... (MC)lakia{BP_rt}*fg*rs*: delicate fingers play with the roses as she places them upon the mantelpiece, taking three tiny steps back her heart beating in admiration, smiling widely, before swiftly turning and skips back to her Masters chair...leaping into the soft leather seating, snuggling deep, resting her head upon the arm as she inhales His lingering scent...heart flutter as she watches the room. |
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