Bianca had rested the back of her head against the sofa, and she had kept one hand resting on Black's thigh while the other rested on the seat. She mumbled aloud as she stared at the ceiling.
"Bonjour. My name is Bianca. But, my friends call me B. No, that's not short for Bianca. It's the first letter from Bitch."
Black leaned forward and grabbed the leather pouch with his fingertips. His nostrils twitched as he smelled the pungent odor that emanated from it.
_Get that thing out of here," complained Mr. Wolf. The animal was lying on the ground. And he had put a paw on its nose to avoid smelling the scent.
Black slowly looked up at the two women sitting before him.
The two high priestesses recoiled slightly. Dhara cleared her throat, declaring, "We'll be leaving now."
"Ah?" replied Bi
