<strong>Name</strong>: The March Hare<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Garden Foyer<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: The Mad Hatter, Cinnamon Tart<br/><br/>The March Hare hugged his beloved enemy, pleased to come away from such close proximity with naught but a stain on his suit.  That the Hatter whispered such a passion into his ear made him nearly glow with pleasure as the other man examined Cinnamon and found her decidedly pleasing.<br/><br/>Then his smile grew to a grin that showed his well manicured teeth and he gave a half bow as the Hatter conceded the first point of the game to him.  He tugged at the tart's leash a took a step toward the house before it occurred to him that bound as she was she couldn't get up.  With a sigh, he stepped back over and reached to grab her arms and pull her up.<br/><br/>"Come along girl," he chided, "It's rude to keep your host waiting and I'm the only one allowed to insult the insufferable lout.  Proper tarts are sweet and full of filling."  Once he'd placed her on her feet he turn her to face the Hatter.<br/><br/>"Actually old friend," he said to the Hatter as he grinned wickedly over one of the girl's shoulders, "There is something you have that would make this night fine and grand.  You see, it's Cinnamon's birthday.  She's a ripe tart now, proper and ready to eat and be eaten and serve her Queen mother like a good daughter.  That means it's come time to unwrap her."  His hand dipped to her skirt and lifted it suddenly to show the leather and steel chastity belt that adorned her untried sex.  "As it turns out, the key to this lock seems to have fallen into your villainous hands."<br/><br/>He slipped his left arm around the girl's neck and hold her squirming form while his other hand's fingers traced the skin at the edges of that belt, so close to her pussy but kept from the prize by that damned belt.<br/><br/>"So, what say you put your key in her belt's lock and then we can put our keys in her locks together just like the good old days?  I know a filthy bastard like you would just love to ram that mottled hunk of sausage you call a cock into this little birthday girl's fine and unspoiled cake."<br/><br/>He tightened his arm around her throat then and leaned in to lick the edge of the girl's ear unhurriedly.<br/><br/>"She's such a sweet little tart...  So let sleeping bygones lie till the morrow and we can feast upon her together you horny old goat."