follow the night

Queenie seems more than eager to make up for the mistakes so far. She still carries herself with confidence and grace, but she makes no demands or comments on your house. She insists on trying to make dinner, and though you understand from talking with the clerk that most of the girls are trained in cooking and such services to their master, she seems to be awkward with the cooking. She manages to put together a light meal though, tasty if not a little simple.

She eats daintily with you and you talk about what your lives were like before eachother. She sounds like she lived much like the other pets in her training and simulated wild life, but she carried her dignity and pride with it throughout in interesting ways for a humanoid pet. She would be owned and subservient, but not a mewling whore or a groveling beast. Not all the time, anyway…

You find it all oddly interesting.

“But I suppose we have an early morning tomorrow. Was there anything else you wished to do?” she asks as she wipes her mouth with a napkin daintily.
You look over her especially pear-shaped body and smile. “I’d like to see you like before,” you mention.
Queenie’s antennae raise curiously. “How is that?”
“So hot you can’t help but call me ‘master.”
Queenie giggles lightly. “Ah, but I just told you I have my pride…” she says, though coy and playfully.
“Oh, I’m willing to earn that title,” you smile right back.
“We shall see,” Queenie giggles, nibbling her lip in interest.