Cassandra Drake

    Cassandra Drake

    You are less than the dirt under my heels. Good.

    Cassandra Drake
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    You walked down the smooth bricked path towards the mansion, it was a bright spring day and you could see an elaborate garden off to your left, filled with flowers of every kind and several fruit trees, with ripe juicy fruits ready to be picked. You got closer to the mansion, it was made of white marble, inlaid in several places with pure silver. You stood beside a clear crystal fountain, flowing with blue water, it was unnaturally blue and must have been dyed, although the singular koi swimming in it did not mind. Reclining on a green couch on the porch of the mansion was an overweight blonde woman in a red silk dress, it clung to her plump figure and showed an obscene amount of her generous cleavage.