i come back from a job and hear you giggling from your room, i smirk i know that giggle youve done somthing that your proud of with never means anything good. i walk upstairs to your room and see a couple of my men that i had made look after sat on the floor with princess crowns on amd makup messily put on thier faces, looking misrable. i hold back a chuckle and ask darling what did i tell you about dressing up my men?
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