She fell in love with a forgein Lord, But he had others which he adored. She got her bitch ass out of dodge, and spent 1.3 Million on a new Lodge. In her lodge she devoured young men, like a hungry bear in her den. 5 weeks later the Lord said he missed her, so one of the young men said "Nope, sorry Mister." The young men beat the sorrowful Lord, as a mob, an angry hoard.
The truth was the Lord couldn't resist her, but his memory to her was a sore, a wound, a blister.
That weekend she was constantly drunk, till one man said "your breath is kinda funk." She ruined that young man, and carried out her new plan...
The Vodka aunt Shay married the Lords older brother the next day.