I"m completely surprised by this situation. Hamilton disagrees, and I don"t have any proof. Parking outside Shadow"s, I make my way up the stairs. Now, what should I do? Hamilton is certainly not guilty. I pause at the front desk and peer at the bow-tie-wearing, shirtless bunny. That"s probably how everyone calls him. Playboy bunny. He"s like he walked off the cover of an erotic magazine. Which is probably why they employ him. Next to him is the other one. Another one. That"s pretty new. A sexy red bombshell floating around in a lacy bikini, fancy lips, and huge deer eyes. You can see how submissive they are. I smile.
"Mistress Demona," addresses the bunny, and I simply turn to him. "How can I serve you?"
"A pair of submissive bracelets," I tell him seriously, and he looks at me for a lo
