OCtober Day 3: Dalmatian
I was told that today was a feminine day, when I booked the session. Though I’m usually quite reserved in regards to these situations, I’d heard great reviews from the satisfied patrons who’d come trickling through her door. The high demand darling of the Necro Angels. What an honour it is I managed to seal some time in her chambers. I’ve not even been so lucky as of yet to catch one of her performances. A master of her craft, I’ve been told. Patrons coming to wind down with a drink would describe, in graphic detail, about the countless ways she’d satisfied their specific desires. The pronouns always changed between conversations. I found myself connecting to that aspect especially. The perks of defying human gender norms; you are beautiful, to yourself, to everyone around you, and regardless of circumstance. From all I heard, I thought I may as well indulge myself before my time ends at the parlour. Standing outside later that evening, I could see the name ‘Dalmatian’...