<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3657321#msg3657321">Quote from: Haibane on 20-09-2010, 13:39:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Everyone was busy and being short-handed I had asked Mr Pollock if I might have the services of one or two of the broken slaves - those who could be relied on to do some work and not go running off.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>(http://i54.tinypic.com/2duczuq.jpg)<br/><br/>Charity wandered into the parlor and dipped a desultory curtsy to the footman she found there. "Good eve, I was told that Mrs. Hemlock required me?" she asked.<br/><br/>"Undoubtedly she wishes help with the Christmas preparations," replied the footman, "but she is occupied at present." He snickered, then left her alone in the parlor.<br/><br/>Charity looked around, and saw a pile of cut holly and mistletoe still to be hung. She hummed to herself as she worked, fixing the bits of holly over the windows and mantels with white and green ribbon. She had read in<em>L'Herbologie</em>that holly was proof against evil spirits and guests with bad intentions, when hung over an entrance. She smiled at the thought - she doubted the holly would change the character of the Manor's guests.<br/><br/>The mistletoe she hung above doorways, to catch people unawares in a kiss. Again, as if mistletoe were needed to steal a kiss in this place! But it was traditional, and more importantly, it was Mrs. Hemlock's will. She had learned not to displease Mrs. Hemlock at her peril. She rubbed her thighs together, reflecting that while she stood on the ladder anyone could see up the hoop skirt of her green dress. How delicious.<br/><br/>"Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree," she sang to herself, "lay me down beneath, and fuck me." Being of the lowest possible birth, her vocabulary of dirty words was extensive.