Be Our Guest
by kalianna{ST/GW1}
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You know you’re a kajira when:
your dances are more erotic than the last romantic interlude
you had.
you take 32 lines to describe a serve in elegant and
exquisite prose, down to the sweet scent of your breath --
and you hear only, “Jashi girl, you are released.”
you can carry a coin on your tongue and still speak clearly.
you spend two hours typing about imaginary chores in an
empty room.
you bounce your beautiful naked body through a room full of
virile warriors, rask wiggling and breasts swaying
seductively -- un-noticed.
your typist smiles at the supermarket cashier and says,
“This girl thanks you.”
you carry your lil pail out for sixth day in a row and
finally milk the ~female~ bosk.
you’ve discovered 38 ways to describe how your thighs part
when kneeling.
you see your Master whipping a sister and wish it was you.
you know you’re a real kajira when:
none of that matters and you continue to serve with a bright
smile because it is in your heart.
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