"ISRAFEL BLÜDTHÏRSTE! Please report to the Headmistress's Office!" The robotic voice called over the intercom system in the student facility. All of the academy knew though that it was a [Hobbit] voice behind the announcement. The barefooted chits loved to play at pranks. But were loyal as a Familiar, which is why those of high standing like the [C. A. W.] headmistress kept them close.
They served as either political or industrial assistants.
"Israfel Blüdthïrste! Please report to the Headmistress's Office!"
This announcement carried on all the halls in the citadel. It was the first day of weekend. Rafel had spent two more nights in Copenhagen Hall, with his slave. Aya Naamah had missed him a great deal, and those 48 hours had been spent shagging to a breadth of syncope. The thin walls carried on their affair—to which ceaseless banging at the other end reminded the duo just how thin the walls were.
