My House, My Kingdom

Lots of things were illegal in F. Land. Damn, lots of things were illegal everywhere! The things Lucy did at home were beyond punishment. The sins danced happily in her garden. She set up a party every afternoon for the pleasures and the joy and the Powers That Be (If They Really Are). Even the sun was invited, though it seldom came. Didn't matter. Champagne bubbles lit F. Land under the stars. Lucy had a castle, a kingdom. There were few rules inside. Less than few. Only one. She was the law.
On the wall in the living room was her scimitar. She used it capriciously.
The bright side of being a capricious girl is that capriciousness defies routine. But the paths of the pleasures are full of sacrifices. Being a true devotee of pleasure is a hard call.
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