Custom Prose

She stands at the sink, washing the dishes left over from breakfast, still wearing her workout attire. A black pair of leggings fit tightly

“There you are, welcome home, Honey,” says Jessica, looking up from her sink full of dishes, “How was your day?” “Not super great, honestly

Mistress watches as her beloved Moon gently lifts their fork to their mouth, chewing delicately, almost as if being careful and dainty on pu

“Thicker than a concussed troll, eh?” Pansy Parkinson asks, her hands on her hips as she faces Hermione, whose face is - of course - stuck i

“You know ‘em, you love ‘em, you wish they’d look at you twice,” a male announcer says over a loudspeaker, “the most dangerous duo in this c

Champagne closes her bedroom door, despite being home alone, tossing her bag and shoes toward her bed, letting them fall wherever they pleas

Her figure is hugged tightly by her black and red split-color spandex harlequin bodysuit, complete with her jestress’ hat, adorned with two