As the King and Queen prepared to meet their special visitor in the morning, the ball came to a close.
Duchess Analidia's expression saddened, "Will I get to see you again?"
Prince Brhyan held up her chin, "I had a wonderful time with you tonight. Girl, you back dat ass up good. It behooves me to see you again soon."
(Almost) everyone left home (or to each other's homes *wink wink*) leaving Sofia and Mary to clean up the mess.
"I wish I could attend balls," said Sofia.
"Shut up, you tramp. We work in the castle. The only balls we get is in the mouth," said a miserable Mary as she rolled over a drunk Juan, the confessor, with her broom and rolled her eyes.
"I'd kill to be royalty," she growled.
"Well, there's one way you can..." said Sofia.
"What?" Mary squinted.
"I hear she's in town..." said Sofia absentmindedly as she swept away.
"Is that so?" Mary smirked evilly.
The next morning, the king and queen went to go meet their surprise guest and Mary made arrangements to go meet her special guest as well.
Meanwhile, Jose awoke from his slumber. The sunlight trickled in through the silk window drapes and the birds chirped and sang. He arched his back and stretched his limbs as far as he could. "Mmmmmm."
But then, he felt the warmth of another person to his right. He subtly smiled and slowly looked to the right. Josue.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
Josue woke up and screamed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The memories came back to him...
That night they were drunk as hell but horny, too. Then, Jose let out a mighty roar and penetrated Josue's butthole.
Josue looked him in the eye and said, "You know what we have to do." They held each other's hands.
In unison they muttered the holy words, "No homo."
Kristen snuck out and visited the marketplace. She found Nelson's shop and stepped in. There he was, welding a sword. Kristen removed her shawl and smiled, "Hey, Nelson."
"Oh, Kristen," he smiled awkwardly.
"Oh, you know, the usual," he shrugged.
"The usual, huh? Like sleeping around with other women?" a glimmer of light reflected from her wrist. Nelson panicked. It's a knife.
"I thought what we had was special," her eyes grew wide. Just then, Kristen reached across the counter and drove the knife into his side. He let out a horrified shriek. He'll survive.... painfully. Kristen strutted out the door, "Hoe."
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The Legend of Sardboys and Harlots
HumorLet's travel back to 11th century England. This is a time we like to call the Medieval period. Now, you'll meet some interesting characters and shit is going to go down.
