Is it so much to ask to be an emperor’s favorite pet on a decorative chain, who is constantly bent over tables at war meetings. While being ignored by every high ranking representative in attendance as I am bounced on the lap of whoever wishes to use me, and played with absentmindedly like a toy for entertainment at feasts and galas as I weakly protest and whine while another general forces themselves deep into me.
Maybe eventually I’ll fall asleep of exhaustion, still dripping and twitching as whatever foreign diplomat is gripping my hips, remarks on how good the entertainment is in this Empire.










