The Gossamer Cage

Honey Want and Terms of Pleasure
Discussion of Her Value
More About Jinx and Advice About Sweeney
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Sweeney had left for the day. It had been a pleasant one; at least, as pleasant as one can be when one's stuck in a cage. He'd made sure that she'd had her bath and was prepared for the rest of the night. He'd see her in the morning, he'd said.

As such, it might come as some surprise to hear footsteps in the hall. It'd been a while, but not so long that he might have realized he'd forgotten something and thought she'd likely still be awake.

It's not the steps that are so out of place; it's the dull strum of a fingertip being dragged along the lattice of the wall, pointing out the blend of bars and gaps. Then, in the darkened hall, there's a glint of red. It's not a proper glow; more like the reflection of a cat's eyes at night.

"Hey there, Honeysuckle," he purrs with that sweet blend of Want and Temptation.

"Are you all settled in?"