Flirting
And so the Douche Council summoned myself and instantly appeared before my presence. I was baffled by that urgent meet and by the smugs and inexplicable expressions on their faces, as though I was being accused of something heinous whilst they constantly laugh and keep those expressions.
“As to what purpose brought you here upon myself in the middle of siesta time?” I asked.
“I fully request your immediate response to our questions regarding things of great confidentiality,” the Master Douche answered.
“You have my time, Master Douche,” I submitted myself for a few minutes, brought about by deep curiosity regarding the actual motive of their appearance.
For a few seconds, they held the same annoying facial expression which made me regret the will to entertain whatever their questions might be. “Amongst the ladies frolicking about in our area, tell before the Council who do you think holds the most of your appreciation and infatuation?”
I looked around in thought whilst examining the maidens all about. A few moments passed, I turned back to the Council. “Respectfully Douche Council, I have settled my choice.”
“That’s wonderful. I reckon you had a difficult time gathering these beautiful maidens in your head,” Count Douche, the second-in-command of the Douche Council replied. “Now, tell me, citizen, who is your pick?”
“That beautiful baroness over there at the shop.”
“Magnificent choice. I have to commend you on your good taste, citizen.”
“Thank you, Council.”
“GUARDS! Take thee to the nunnery!” commanded Master Douche, pointing to the beautiful maiden I had chosen.
“What?!” I protested.
“Now, proceeding to the next question…”
THE END.
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