Katie was excited. She hadn’t lost her charme, indeed. She could still have every guy she wanted, at her fingertips. She politely let a soft moan escape her lips: it was now common knowledge that some sort of illness had left her utterly voiceless and unable to feed as usual, but nothing else was known.
Katie thought carefully what to write in the notepad she now carried in her purse, along with a silver pen, and grunting as much as she could without a real mouth stared at him, ready to write if needed, with “the look”, that hungry stare filled with lust and promises. Eventually, she wrote a quick note.
“Wouldn’t you take advantage of a poor mute princess, my lonely prince?”
“Not at all madam”, replied he coldly “It’s you the one who deserted my party to enter into my bedroom”. Katie understood. He was the young owner of that place, the main attraction of the day, the rich and beloved heir. Softly moaning, Katie motioned to him to sit with her, but he refused. “You should better leave this room…”