Free from the horror of the rose bushes and a little too excited by your richly deserved victory, you eventually pass out on top of me. The gardener and Bella shrug their shoulders as they pull us both out of the rose bushes and place us in Erin’s tent to dry off. Incidentally while me and Ali dry off, Erin who has been guzzling gin for most of the night is drying off too.
*Many hours later*
It is 10:00am the next day and the suns light has finally found us. You awake first and the pain is unbearable…
“ARGH, FUCK, FUCK WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT!!”
You feel even worse when you catch your reflection in a mirror hanging in Erin’s tent - you’re a wreck! But then again so am I and now it’s my turn to wake up. I scream out:
“ARGH OW OW OWWW! WHAT THE HELL DID I DO LAST NIGHT? WAS I DRINKING FURNITURE POLISH?”.
Then I catch my own reflection in Erin’s mirror and I giggle. Enraged you scream:
“IMP WHAT THE FUCK? HAVE YOU NOT SEEN US? WHY YOU LAUGHING BITCH?”
I simply smile at you and say:
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this!”
With a new day, my power is restored…so with a click of my fingers I fully restore myself, then I restore slaughter Mansion. But I add to the mansions door a sign that reads “PLEASE KNOCK - NO FUCKING STRANGERS AND DYNAMITING THE DOOR LIKE A DEMENTED WHORE”. I then click my fingers and restore the rose bushes. It’s at this point I turn to you. You look at me and ask:
“Kate, what the hell? How?”
I smile at you and say “it’s a kind of magic” and music fills the tent:
https://youtu.be/0p_1QSUsbsM?si=YObwllhW-fVwFYqMAs the music plays I turn towards you and I curtsy and bow my head deeply towards you and say:
“My Mistress, Ali…Akane. Things are not supposed to work like this! I’m the taker of souls here but tonight you’ve taken mine”.
I click my fingers again and I restore my wings, I take to the air and I hover one meter in the air above you. I look down and smile at my insane let lovable concubine. I click my fingers and I restore you back to full health and I even change your outfit to something more suitable for a journey home. I ready myself to leave but stop to say this:
“Bangkok next weekend Akane? The four seasons - room 666. I hope to see you there?”