Abby reaches down under the stool to pull out the basket she leaves there of creams. A quick rub of some lavender scented one to soothe her mistress, and Abby is rubbing again. "No, your mind is. The fear. But you are brave, my lady. Not one to let a man rule you with fear."
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Date: 2016-05-31 04:41 am (UTC)