Wow, I was shocked. I really needed to save Rebecca but now I was afraid this place sounded more weird than I thought.I asked Arya if I could eat or d...ink something, she said yes but I would need to lick her ass while she eat. I said hell no, it made her furious and she slapped me. I told her if I could lick her pussy instead. She said I didn't earned that privilege yet. I would never lick her ass, must be disgusting. I sit down on my chair trying to resist the pain of being that thirsty and. Sarah nodded knowingly. “Well, better you than me is all I can say. Last time I saw a dinner that boring, I was interning over at Arista and they had Carrie Underwood in town for a photo shoot. Real nice gal but, personally, I don’t think I’d last two days as a vegetarian.”“I know what you mean.” Grant chuckled as he noticed himself just pushing the romaine lettuce around his plate. “By the way, now that you’ve mentioned it, how did you end up in the music business?”“Well, it wasn’t. She had the house to herself. Buckingham Palace was the last time he had seen metal gates that were so impressive. Snowflakes danced in silent pirouettes from the early morning sky, floating in whispers of white feathers before settling on the ground like a butterfly resting on a flower. The car tyres crunched in the fresh snow, the windscreen wipers squeaking a painful tune across the glass, the splendour of the tree line drive and the endless row of snow covered conifers a guiding light to. The sparing pit, the barracks, even the bathroom was hot for Gods sake. "Such was the life of a VIXEN candidate" Amelia thought to herself as she hops up from her bunk. The Ludus had become quite empty, as most of the other girls had either taken their vows or been sold off into slavery. This was worrying to her, but she was also kind of relaxing. When she was first brought in as a child, the barracks was overcrowded and worse yet, almost everyone were girls, no older than 14. But now, Amelia.