(*shoves the @sherlockandco.bsky.social podcast at everyone* Listen to this, it's amazing!)
(And I've lost the fan fiction idea I had. 😂😭😭 Why am I like this?)
(So it's not just me! Whew! And I can't figure out how to find my focus. 😭)
(I have an idea for a fan fiction, but my brain has 30K tabs open at all time.)
her feet into them, and hurried out of the closet. Her ears strained to hear any voices, doors opening, noises of any kind from her bedroom.
her breath. Then she shook her head and muttered to herself. She was going to ignore him. Kate would take care of him. She could be as much as a dragon like Irene herself.
She looked for her shoes, making a mental note she was going to need an entire shoe room. Finding the shoes, she shoved --
She didn't like to question the tastes of her clients, but really ... sometimes...though the one who wanted her dressed as Big Bird had been turned away and sent to a few other dominatrixes.
As she pulled the clothing on, Irene heard the faint sound of a knock on the door. She paused, holding --
Irene had heard Kate's voice beyond her doors (closet and bedroom).
"Thank you!" She said. It was definitely not loud enough for Kate to hear, though Irene didn't care. It was the thought that counted, yes?
She found the outfit the client had requested. She pulled it out, and wrinkled her nose.--
Irene chokes on her tea. She clears her throat, wipes the corners of her red lips with a napkin.
"No questions will be asked. Though if I were a member of the Donner Party, that party would have been much more ... disciplined."
to deal with his shenanigans.
After sending the message, she laid back against her pillows before dragging herself out of her bed and shs walked towards her large, walk-in closet.
smelling her perfume.
As she stretched, her slender arms rising above the fluffy duvet, her eyes popped open and she scrambled to get her phone. She had to send a message to Kate, to let her know there was someone coming who shouldn't be let in.
The man was insufferable and she didn't to have --
Irene was staying in her bed until the last possible moment she'd has to leave the luxurious warmth of her sheets and duvet. She knew she had a client soon. One she really shouldn't keep waiting, but she was Thee Woman, and people were willing to pay any amount of money for the privilege of just --
(I'm going to -- hopefully -- re-write my "Twas the Night After Christmas" featuring Irene and release it by end of December.
But now, that I've said this out loud, life will get in way.)
"Did Kate mess up the paperwork? Again?" She asks, a bit surprised.
Irene smirks and hands Kate a napkin.
"Are you okay, dear?"
Irene makes a quick stop for some refreshments before she continues on her way to her latest client.
She waved a hand at the item that looked like an 'X'.
"The Saint Andrew's Cross. Tied to it. Whipped?"
mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth. teeth dripping lead, and lips bleeding red .
(My finger is feeling better and typing is much easier. I'm open for RPing.)
"Gentle? That will cost extra," she smirks up at him.
She really should only take short clients.
"Now, I believe you asked for the St. Andrews Cross. Yes?"
(Now that my sprained finger is feeling better, I'm going to be trying to be more active here!)
(I sprained my ring finger on my right hand. Makes typing hard. 😭)
Irene looks thoughtful for a moment.
"There was a sound, but i think it was from the son of a family friend."
"Itbwas because of this, I realized I wanted to become a professional dominatrix."
#IreneAdler helping at the local hardware store.
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