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Dragos kys: ::sinking to her knees before her, thighs kissing chastely in respect as she holds
Dragos kys: ::her upper body straight, her chin high as she shows pride in Master's collar::
Dragos kys: ::nodding softly with a warm smile spreading across her lips, she lifts to get the blackwine::
Dragos kys: ::turning on her heels, long legs gracefully set in motion, carrying her
Dragos kys: ::across the temwood floor, her hips swaying softly as her feet seem to glide::
Dragos kys: ::stepping to the servery and to the shelves, she curls her fingers around the
edge of a
Dragos kys: ::fine sliver tray, highly polished and sets it upon the counter:::
Dragos kys: ::rising on tiptoes, her hazel eyes dart from mug to mug until her hands embrace a finely
Dragos kys: ::crafted mug of clay, as she busies herself, fetching two small bowls, filling each with
Dragos kys: ::white and yellow sugars respectively.
Dragos kys: ::setting each bowl to the top corners of the tray, she takes another small dish, filling it
Dragos kys: ::with bosk cream... each bowl matching and evenly lined up on the tray to be pleasing to the eye:::
Dragos kys: ::crouching a moment, she selects three spoons from beneath the counter, each brightly
Dragos kys: polished to match the tray and each set meticiously to the trays surface::
Dragos kys: ::taking up the mug, she moves to the torvis pit, her hand cupping the mug firmly as the
Dragos kys: other lifts a heavy rep cloth before reaching into the fire, to remove the fine silver pot that warms dancing over its flames::
Dragos kys: ::fills the mug and sets the pot over the flames to warm::
Dragos kys: ::she cups the warm mug in her hands and walks it back to the tray::
Dragos kys: ::she sets it to the center of the tray before slidding the tray to balance deftly upon her palm::
Dragos kys: ::set in motion once more, each step is one of grace, a tribute to the beauty of her freedom
Dragos kys: in slavery, her face lit with a warm glow and a soft smile as she slips to a chaste kneel
Dragos kys: before the Mistress she serves::
Dragos kys: ::setting the tray at the pinacle of knees that kiss, she bends forward taking the first
Dragos kys: spoon in hand and the small dish of red sugar and adds four measures adding the
