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[title] => Merit & Flair: Incident's In The Brothel
[time] => 2005-03-25 18:43:45
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[bodytext] => Wolfram was looking upon the nude bodies of the women Well his dream has come true in the hundreds I get to keep all these women from abroad, all to me, He said to me as I stood in the line of them But he prefers to play with them (Wolframs POV) I look at all these women, beautiful and curvaceous With complexions of coca, olive, dark chocolate and sun tanned…it’s endless Their breasts so full and round, Bodies so thin, from a slight famine No doubted, I had chosen well The eunuchs carefully washed them one by one To rests temptation, I didn’t bathe them I have my favorites, mine is Flair From London, I bought her from an auction Flair’s sister is also in my eyes as well Poor Flair, so arrogant and vicious Someone needs to break her, I’m that right person, the perfect one for the job I soon caught Flair’s wandering eye Her sapphire eyes angrily focused and she turned her back to me (End Of Wolframs POV) What vile plans could possibly be going through his thick head? His head seemed to be in the clouds, day dreaming He had to be up to something, For Wolfram had never looked at me like that It was a look only the devil had We were sent back to our floor of rooms There, we are to dress but we had nothing else, But our old, dirty clothes Merit and I were pulled from the crowd of women And into another room full of sophisticated clothing Our eyes had widened in our heads We looked in awe at the delightful rainbow of clothing Bags and boxes were filled to the brim with Corsets, dresses, skirts, trousers…it was all there The both of us could spend hours deciding, but we were cut short Wolfram threw us a pair of blue cotton dresses, Well, at least we had something new to wear We were getting very tired of our old dresses At last it’s time to throw them out Now we were dressed, and ready to go It was then that Wolfram had grabbed my arm, He dragged me out of the sight of the worry-stricken Merit She shrunk in the distance of the corridor as I was pulled away Stop your struggling and yelping! Wolfram howled Those screams will soon be silenced [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 68 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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