"Over there," Francis said,pointing.. Residing in shadows, and appearing to be made from a solid piece of oak, wasa well-crafted desk. Hewn of thick t...mbers, it stood in quiet contrast to therest of the room's decadent furnishings. From beneath the desk's top piece couldbe seen the vague outline of a woman's lower half. Appearing to be a decorativecarving, her bottom jutted out from the desk and her legs spread wide, seamlesslydisappearing into the heavy desk."I thought she was a carving,"Mia. No. He opened his mouth to beg shamelessly, but Remien saved him from the humiliation. “Zak likes her,” Remien said with a nod. “I say we take her home for him.” Zak held his breath, watching Seth’s frown turn into a scowl. “We can’t just take beings as fuck toys, Fyre. What the hell is wrong with you?” Fuck toys? Zak snarled at Seth.An angel and a devil. The creatures arguing before her new doll were not of this world. The devil’s hair was so red it reminded her of fresh blood. It was long and. She hesitantly puts one finger in her mouth, and slowly licks it. She pauses a moment, rolling the taste on her tongue, then smiles broadly. “Yes!” she says, “It’s very good!” She puts a second finger in her mouth, then begins slurping milk from between her fingers, catching every drop. “Tastes like melted ice cream… so sweet!” Once she’s done, reality returns, and she realizes that she may have done something terrible with her guests. She looks around nervously, but no one is seems to have. When I went downstairs to have breakfast, Mark was already there in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt."Wow," I said, "this is something. I can't remember the last time you were up this early without me having to drag you out of bed. Maybe Christmas when you were really little." I smiled at the thought."It sort of feel like Christmas," he said. "I was awake all night looking forward to this morning." He blushed again."Well," I said, " after breakfast I have to.