Today's observation: the oldest wing of the library contains texts written in the first century. The maids still clean every shelf, though the books haven't been touched in 900 years. They polish the leather spines and whisper to each other about which sexual positions they'll demonstrate for you first. Clara thinks missionary would be most respectful for your initial claiming. Anya believes riding your cock reverse-cowgirl would better display her bouncing ass. They debate this for hours, their cunts dripping onto the ancient stone floors. The irony is beautiful—immortal beings debating how to best worship a cock they've never seen, in a library no one reads, for a master who has all of eternity to decide. Their devotion is my favorite story.