Extraits

I blink t the sight. "They're... they're stuck together at their butts. They're butt-stuck. At the butt cheeks. They're naked. Penises. I can see their penises. They're identical." For some reason, I feel like this all needs to be said.

"Ummm. It's a hand. A severed hand. There's still blood on it. And the bone is poking out The cuticles look terrible," I ramble. "You gave me a severed hand... Why?"

He points at it proudly. "The guard named Gammon. He struck you with that hand. Now that hand is yours."

Realization settles in, and <i gasp. "Aww, you cut of his hand for me?" I croon.

He grins. "I did, my beloved. No one is allowed to hurt you."

I jump up, forgetting the severed hand was still in my lap. We watch as it rolls across the floor. Huh. That went farther then I thought it would.

My vagina closes the curtains and pretends not to be at home. "Ummm... No. That's not gonna wor," I say, shaking y head while my thighs automatically close. "That's your dick?" I ask, as if I need to make sure first. I shake my head at myself. "I mean, I know it's your dick. I can see that it's attached to you, but..."

But nope. So much nope.

"You guys are so dirty."

"This coming from the girl who propositioned us almost as soon as she met us."

I shrug. "I was excited to have a real vagina," I deadpan.

Ronak nearly trips.

I win.

"Your flowers are drunk."

She tilts her head back to try and look at them, but of course that doesn't work and only makes me laugh harder.

"I have buzzed blooms," she supplies.

I purse my lips in thought. "Plastered plants."

"Sloshed shoots."

Say that ten times fast," I challenge.

Mossie taps her nos in challenge accepted. "Sloshed shoots, shloshed shootsh, slosheds shootses... shit."

I cackle delightedly.

"Unfuckingbelievable," Evert says, throwing his arms in the air. "Syl. Take over. I can't talk to her when she does the thing where she disagrees with me."

Ugh. I'm just not made for jail. I'm pink, for crying out loud.

Evert frowns, bewildered. “Uh, okay...?”

Ronak rolls his eyes at him and mumbles, “Idiot,” under his breath.

“She’s helping us to ‘steal’ something to bring to the thief," Sylred says.

Realization dawns on Evert’s face. “Oh.”

I pat him on his cheek. “That’s okay. You’re pretty. You don’t have to be smart.”

“The Lust one makes me want to fuck her. The other thing she just did makes me think of stupid shit. Like writing her poems or getting her flowers or some pansy ass shit like that.”

"You really need some improvement in the romance department," I tell him

Instead of answering, she reaches in her dress and props up her boobs so they sit higher up in her dress. She runs a hand through her flowers, too, just for good measure.

A thought pops into my head and I point at her crotch. “Hey! Do you have flowers down in your lady garden, too?”

She quickly covers her crotch with her hands like I can suddenly see through her clothes. “That is a private garden,” she says haughtily.

“Oh my gods, you do! You have vagina vines! Or, I guess it would be vulva vines? Or labia lilies? Whatever. Can I see?”