Obsidian's Underbelly

RvnScarlet · PostPosted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 3:52 pm

I would like you tell you all a tale. A tale of innocence ruined.

A friend had attained a new tower and I was on the hunt for a housewarming gift. Being that I am a woman I searched high and low for something beautiful. I searched in all of the major towns. Frustrated, I found myself in Britain. As I wandered around I came across The Artist Guild and thought that it might be the perfect place to find just what I was looking for. I walked in and saw what I expected, easels and paints scattered on the floor. A few pieces seemed to be complete and awaiting a buyer. Unfortunately I saw no one with which to do business. That was when I noticed the stair. Could there be a basement with more stock than I can afford? I decended the stair and saw a room devoid of art. Only chairs here and there and a few bottles of wine. I walked to the front of the room and spoke to Ratri. When I asked to buy something her responce was, "I'd scratch my head but I's told it ain't polite". I was disappointed and continued on my way in my search. By the end of the search all I could find for my friend was a clock. Too bad Ratri wasn't selling, right?

Wrong!

Today I discovered that Ratri isn't into the type of "art" I thought and had I persisted she may have sold me something I wasn't prepared for. She is in fact a stripper and what I failed to notice due to my innocent, unsuspecting eyes is that she was only wearing a pair of hot pink thigh boots. I also came to notice that she wasn't wandering around aimlessly like most shopkeepers, she was shimmying her little naked arse around a pole.

And that my friends is my tale of Obsidian's Underbelly.

Obsidian's Underbelly

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