Mist S
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At first glance, it seems to be an average domecile, a warm fire crackles in the grate, comfortable chairs and huge pilows are scattered randomly around. But this seeming innosence is marred if one were to look closer. Cords trail from the legs of one particular stuffed chair, one from each leg, the ones at the back more than ample length to reach up over the arms. The crossbeams in the ceiling have been reinforced, seen from a casual glimpse, but care has been paid to these supports, someone has taken a great deal of time carving, creating depictions, mainly of men in bondage.
Coming through the door, i sweep off my cloak, dropping it carelessly to the floor before crossing to the fireplace to warm my hands, chiiled from the walk down the hill
Coming through the door, i sweep off my cloak, dropping it carelessly to the floor before crossing to the fireplace to warm my hands, chiiled from the walk down the hill