@knightbled
She would remember and abide well by the words of her Master.
“The way you stare... If you wish to partake in this, you are free to do so.”
Thus she found herself in the midst of discovering the beauty of an all you can eat buffet. Virtual this world may be, it was not one to shrink lightly on the finer details in life. Be it the smell to reach her nostrils upon entering the establishment or the taste to reach the tip of her tongue upon her first bite. All was to a level of perfect almost on par with the cooking of her late Master. Almost.
It was while she was working on her second serving, or was this the twentieth one, that the amass of food in her hands hit the floor quicker than it hit her stomach. The joy she had been feeling from a belly well feed quickly distorting to a stomach upset at who she was faced with entering in.
Why, to be exact, it was her very own face. One that she distinctly remembered burring a sword into.
