An Evening with Ladonna

Ladonna summoned Caspar and minxie to the compound for an interview, I fully know she does this only for the effect it has upon others. Driving up the huge gates that allow only the privileged few to enter she can intimidate those less used to the trappings of total and absolute power.

Once out of the car the fortunate visitors are ushered into a drawing room the size of most homes by circumspect staff that is eerily silent in their tasks. Then Ladonna would enter, dripping diamonds, furs, gold and whatever other fancies she piles on from her overstuffed and overpriced closets. If that does not stun them into silence then perhaps the room itself with several hundred years of antiquity and history displayed with aristocratic ease throughout.

Ladonna decided to dispense with formalities and showed the pair in herself, this was as she said to me later, so she could give minxie the once over and see what the fuss was all about. With her ingenious talent, no doubt garnered from her stripper days of fending off the crowd of drunken voyeurs, she managed to work out that my intent for minxie was not the idle amusement I had feigned. I know this because she afforded me the rare displeasure of her company in my mansion to announce the function will proceed and then as an aside she leaves me with the words "She's not the sort for your games."

Her astute nature would notice I had been lining everyone up so I could have access to minxie and although Liselle might have suspected, she was far to disinterested in the world to bother commenting, at least that is what I can gather from her endless silence. Although Ladonna might consider minxie not the sort for my games, that is not a circumstance which is going to last. I will corrupt my lovely with every ounce of my flesh and then I shall amuse myself with her forever.

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