For Mistress Lexy Noir, males are nothing more than objects, and today, two chattels at the House of Sinn will become precisely that. When She desires a smoke, She expects a perfectly compliant ashtray and a comfortable chair, and these chattels, with their tiny appendages and simpler minds, can only be useful this way. One will kneel obediently before Her, mouth open to consume Her ash and spit, while the other braces himself to serve as Her seat, supporting Her every movement as She enjoys Her cigarette.

Today, these chattels experience the rare honour of being part of Her worl...

For Mistress Lexy Noir, males are nothing more than objects, and today, two chattels at the House of Sinn will become precisely that. When She desires a smoke, She expects a perfectly compliant ashtray and a comfortable chair, and these chattels, with their tiny appendages and simpler minds, can only be useful this way. One will kneel obediently before Her, mouth open to consume Her ash and spit, while the other braces himself to serve as Her seat, supporting Her every movement as She enjoys Her cigarette.

Today, these chattels experience the rare honour of being part of Her world; even as furniture, they are fortunate to serve Her in this manner.