05-04-2018, 02:19 PM
As a distant cousin of Louis XIV, Chatelaine du Lac, self-styled Queen of the Pontchartrain, carried the royal bloodline of the ancien regime, her present occupation of bordello operator notwithstanding.
She was also a sorceress of considerable power.
Mademoiselle du Lac was fond of her leather catsuits and high-heeled boots, and she sure looked good in them as she minced about her torture dungeon twenty feet below Bourbon Street. But I hadn't time to contemplate her rare beauty just then.
"I'm busy. Call back later," she snapped, and hung up the picturephone. I rang her back.
"Please, Mademoiselle du Lac! I have a grave matter to discuss with you."
"What's eating you, kid?" she demanded.
I told her the whole story.
"Okay, I'll be there," she said, and hung up again.
She was also a sorceress of considerable power.
Mademoiselle du Lac was fond of her leather catsuits and high-heeled boots, and she sure looked good in them as she minced about her torture dungeon twenty feet below Bourbon Street. But I hadn't time to contemplate her rare beauty just then.
"I'm busy. Call back later," she snapped, and hung up the picturephone. I rang her back.
"Please, Mademoiselle du Lac! I have a grave matter to discuss with you."
"What's eating you, kid?" she demanded.
I told her the whole story.
"Okay, I'll be there," she said, and hung up again.
