In near total darkness, lit only by the flashes of lightning, I cast about in the small clearing for that particularly well-made fetish. Here. I reached for it, plucking the leather from the muddy earth. It was so small. Ordinary. I turned the pouch over in my hand, feeling the siren’s call of ho...
I had the purse Sire Mattias had given me and his instructions. Eschewing my ritual gear, I wore nothing that would identify me as a Handmaiden. No, today required a simple dress and a hooded cloak. I looked the part of a governess or some merchant’s wife. A woman of moderate means. I could smell...