Well, shit. There she was: Her ugliness laid-out in front of him. Her hair was greasy. She smelled of must. She mentioned all her doubts, asked him all the questions and pined over his answers. He barely asked her a thing. She licked his, he never hers. Her heart trembled as she left his bed…sunk as she left his home.

“Night, princess.â€? He texted twelve hours later.

She reclaimed her thrown.