Swords at Breakfast

Rose walked into the dining room the next morning with a small smile on her face, she’d done it. She’d managed to have a date with one of her biggest tormenters and actually laid down the law. She’d had to admit the sight of Josephine walking funny that morning as she’d left the Mistresses suite of rooms had been a balm to Rose’s soul.

Going to get some breakfast, Rose found one of the immaculately dressed chefs already presenting a tray. “Mistress Rose, Ms Delilah has suggested this meal plan…for tonight.” The chef smiled and winked, Rose tossed a look over her shoulder and grinned at the cheeky smile on Delilah’s face as Rose took the tray and sat down next to her girlfriend.

“Avacadoes, pomegranate juice, watermelon…if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to prime me for tonight…” Rose mock glares at a Delilah but neither girl can hold a straight face for long and they both dissolve into giggles, leaning against each other with a casual intimacy.

The shadow that fell across them briefly caused both girls to look up to see a faintly smiling Aurora holding a long wooden box under one arm. Aurora put the box down in front of Delilah. “Ms Sparrow, you have gained something of an admirer amongst those I hold dear. She crafted this for you and I trust you will take care of it as you would any other prised possession.” Aurora gave a smile to both Rose and Delilah and a nod to Rose, acknowledging the progress she’d made last night with Josephine before vanishing again in a swish of black fabric.

Charlotte leaned forward curiously as Delilah ran her hands over the stained dark wood of the box, gleaming with polish, the box alone must have cost a fortune. “An admirer from those Aurora holds dear? Maybe one of the other people who run Harem Hotel? Isn’t that who Aurora contacted to bring Tracy in for game night?”

Olivia had also drifted over and was craning her neck for a look as Delilah opened the lid of the box and pulled out a long blade of dark steel, ornately decorated and almost…singing in her grip.

“Fuck…” Rose breathed, feeling her cock swelling beneath her skirt. Apparently Delilah with a fucking sword did something for her.

Delilah stood up from the table and stepped away, moving the sword through the air. It felt as light as if it were made of aluminium, significantly lighter than her wooden practise sword and even the blade she had borrowed from Dorothea. “Yeah…those 100BP rooms…I’m coming for you…tomorrow.” Delilah turned her eyes back to Rose and put the sword back in its box. “For today I’ve only got one goal…and that to give my girlfriend the best night I can give her…speaking of…I need to go to the shop.”