Back worship 2
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“There’s a knot on my right side.” Carbene said. “Kill it.” The mid day heat beat upon her black fur. She made as brief of eye contact with her attendant as she could manage to balance the expected politeness with her . The albino blinded her more than the light.
“Good afternoon, Carbene.” Tris said. “Will Carbuncle be joining us?”
“No.” She said. Massage, while carrying only the barest hint of intimacy was much to far into the touchey feeley bits for her to put up with her sister’s presence . The very idea of it made her shiver. Carbuncle was the favorite, the gifted one, the lover, all the things she wasn’t.
Waves of heat rose around them, settling into her fur, redoubling her listlessness. Any thoughts she might have of moving dissipated. The weight of her finger proved too much. Her tail draped over her leg. She’d sleep through another day if left alone.
“How much pressure would you like me to-” Tris said.
“Pretend you hate me.” She said.
