Orso sat back on his armchair and lighted another pot. Halfway through it, though, he scoffed and put it away.
Haze had woken up from her slumber and was struggling with her clothes. Her heart-shaped face scrunched with effort as she pulled at both ends of her corset with all her strength. The first couple of buttons clicked and her job became a great deal easier from them on.
Orso thought of bullying her a little. Go for another round with her and she'd have to do the same thing all over again, wouldn't she?
He sighed in regret, thinking of his next guest.
"Here," Orso said, handing over the bong. "For a perfect day."
"Your generosity knows no bounds, your highness."
"Whatever, just take it."
Haze giggled and sat on Orso's lap. She put her mouth atop the bong, coughing occasionally.
Outside, footsteps could be heard again.
Pat, pat, pat, pat, squeak. A pause. And a knock on the door.
