"Not this shit again, seriously," Juri groaned.
Another morning waking up in the big four-poster bed. Another morning that looked like a full night because they were so terribly far from the sun. She was surprised she was sleeping at all, truth be told.
When she was still a topper, she had needed blackout curtains and a box fan to have even a chance of nodding off. Ugggh, now even in her thoughts she started to think like them. Should she be grateful that she was being treated like a mistress instead of as a slave.
What did it say about herself that she was enjoying the perks of being a kept woman and liking lots of hot sex with an experienced lover? Yet she still felt sorrow and gloom like she had all of the darkness she would ever need now.
