Against my thin body, she stood out, and I had to force myself to keep swallowing, for my stomach rejected the enormous meal. Drunkenly, stubbornly, I took Bianca by the hips and sat up, pulling back my head and letting my throat open. The last flounce of her skirt tickled my lips as I closed them around her feet, savoring the taste for but a moment before swallowing them down as well.

She sloshed about in my wine-drenched stomach and all of her movements were clear to me. Only the effect of the alcohol kept it from hurting as her feet pushed against my rigid skin. I leaned back in my chair, groaning, reaching for the letter and knocking it to the ground. The bell clattered against the table and I cursed. Another maid would come running soon.


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