The home we live in currently is quite beautiful in architecture, bearing many beautiful tiles in the washrooms, or bathrooms as commoners call them. What filth, deriving a word for bowel movements with that of cleanliness. Sickening. There are three washrooms, one on each floor, each with paintings layered across the walls, a different floral design painted on each wall. Truly remarkable what a little human ingenuity can do. The kitchens are littered with food, drinks, fine wines, and other fancy feats that not all can enjoy. I, and my servants and pet, however, can enjoy these wonderful gifts of my good fortune. I bask in the limelight of it all.<br/><br/>As with any other day, I slept in my bed, allowing my pet to sleep with me. She's such a doll, so cute and loving. It's just so hard to say know to her. Could you say know to her cute face? I'd find that hard to imagine. She just has a way of getting what she wants from people. Perhaps it's her special talent, which then makes me wonder if there are talent competitions for these kinds of pets? I don't know, just blabbering on about it interests me. I called in my slave, wanting her to report to me like any other day. I may actually give her a hard task today; I'm still unsure of what to do with her.