Memory Fragments: Probity

Courtesans, Prostitutes, And The Stiletto Wars

Have you ever heard about the Stiletto Wars from way back when? The ones from yore?
In them, many species fought between them to see who would conquer the universe
But it was not a fight to the death for land and resources. It was unlike any such war
All had dresses, coats, stockings and the like, but no one could pair correctly their purse

Many were the fights involving the courtesans of the day. Woman and men indistinguishable
Often did I hear the midnight ruckus of the prostitutes. Claiming ownership to their rights
They were of opposite sides, the courts and prosts. But everything was always manageable
It was until one day, that a pair of stilettos fell from the skies and everyone shook their tights

They were the most beautiful footwear you could imagine. An entrancing aura, manifested
A prophecy foretold that a gift from the outer realms would beseech a surrogate ruler
In it, they who wore the stilettos would be crowned sovereign of fashion and be uncontested
But the trick was that you had to be from nobility. Either born into it or accepted, a fine jeweler

The courtesans thought they were the chosen ones by birthright, but the prostitutes said no
Any such person born for fashion had the rights to use whatever they pleased for their looks
Only the stuck-ups would consider etiquette of birth to be of value among woman and beau
But the courtesans deemed ugly and "alien" any such claims unknown to the fashion books

These books were the rule of law amongst society. In them, there was the word of gold
"No such creature, be it human or otherwise, shall walk without footwear of their image"
The courtesans, all human, saw the diversity of the prostitutes as an anomaly of this rule of old
No one shall lay an alien limb on the stilettos, they said. But this would end up in scrimmage

It was throughout all day and night that their insults and thrown objects would clash
No one relented in their verbal and physical assault for the opportunity to take the gift
Many were the scars among skinned, and many were the heels that broke under bash
This lasted several months since the pair fell. But it took one word to widen this pompous rift

They called each other "bitches." Now, this is a word you should not use. Why? Let me tell you
"Bitch" implies lowlife. A degenerate person who only seeks approval by looking good
Currying favor by serving themselves pretty and submissive. Like being stomped without shoe
The arts of courting and "services" have value. But a bitch sees no error in what they stood

Having been called by this monicker, the two sides sought to don the stilettos and crush
Crush the other and defend their way of life. Stomp out the ideology and negative of theirs
No person would remain impartial after being called that way. No one would remain in hush
It all started escalating quickly when a young prost defended a court regarding their hairs

They said that, regardless of one being human or not, hair still grows and looks beautiful
Be it fur or a tangled mess of tentacles, a lustrous white or golden, hair grows and falls
Just because this court was going bald does not mean they were excluded from mouthful
All the other courtesans nagged them on and on. Claiming foul play by the young prost's calls

This ended up pushing the prosts into critique about how they hide their age and appearance
All without a lick of concern for the young prost. All as if they were not there at all
It got so loud. Their bickering got so loud that even the deaf could hear their incoherence
Yet, a moment of respite and calm. When the pair was stolen from its place, by whose gall?

None other than the young prost and the balding court. Each wore a piece as a symbol
Each, representing the animosity between their sides, swore to never let go of their stiletto
Now, each piece on its own does nothing but keep the other wanting they were nimble
But to represent the wishes and desires of all, each had to wave pride with their palmetto

Although the young prost defended the courtesan, both had much more going on from behind
They could not just abandon what they stood for. They had their pride backing them up
That is why each kept a piece of the pair. Until both sides submitted, no side to be intertwined
They wanted the other pair, but could not ask for it without any sort of waring between letup

Each side now had a piece, and so they continued their bickering and assaults amongst them
The warzones were called "Catfights" as many feline teared their clothes with sharp nails
Some of them were named "Doghouses" because lupine chromosomes beat their war drum
But most importantly, the "Ball Halls" were where the most action took place with details

These were fashion and dance competitions of physical and verbal flare for clairaudience
The fires in their souls were shown to burn even the coldest glares and defrost many a heart
Each side wooed their best. Each, demonstrating why they were the owners of the audience
No client stood a chance. Many were happy for the conflict. Many called this war a profit of art

Yet, there was a point of deadlock reached when both sides exceeded their limits on their end
The courtesans could not handle any more activities without the benefits of royalty subservient
The prostitutes claimed mercy when presented with overwhelming necessity to tend and fend
Each had made their side known to the world, but none were familiar with their inservient

Each side was responsible for the excessive amount of, and procuring, of a special energy
That of craving. That of relentless desire and seeking of relief and courtship amongst parties
Both sides had brought upon themselves a common trait between them; that of synergy
Off different backgrounds, yet the play was the same. Each given the same opportunities

To play the role of a courtesan or prostitute it mattered not. For it was labor before label
Each did the same things in their way; for the same goal and purpose. Each, a performer
The wars paused for reflection. An inner dialogue that would soon surface as a fable
The animosities combined into one single show of fashion. A far cry from a conformer

To breach this deadlock, both sides agreed on a final war for the missing pair of stilettos
The stars would be the holders of each pair, and their aliases would resonate with all
"Queen Bee" and "The Badass." Each took their role and prepared for the allegrettos
The aggroed and faster clients wanted more than flesh and bone. They desired a crawl

The act of most submissiveness. One that strips not only of clothes, but also status and pride
They wanted nothing more than bitches. Whores who would do anything without hesitance
This infuriated the stars. Realizing the grotesque nature of living pleasure and lack of chide
They knew now what they stood for. That no race, gender, nor gown could meet resistance

To society, they all were nothing more than tools of denial and escapism. Moving objects
Dolls to pretty-up and "dance" with. Fashion meant a truth of image in the correct eyes
Beholders could say what they wanted, but to them, all was a play far more complex
It kept the power of the stilettos at max. A pair of endless disguise and chastise

"They who wears the stilettos walks among society as representative of fashion"
But whose image would contort to this truth? Those who changed footwear on trend
Those who cared not for censorship and lived free of judgement amongst their passion
So truly, was there ever any wrongdoing? Whoever donned the pair, was ruler of intend

Their word in the books; a sovereignty over society's perceptions and guidance
Both sides understood this soon after it was spoken. Both, claimed truce under siege
The two actors formed a front. A shield made of pointy heels and broken abidance
"They who don the stilettos shall walk to their liege and, their carnal desire, besiege"

This was the phrase they used against society. A united front versus the world of depravity
And so, the "Stiletto Wars" began. The term "Dominatrix" was coined by the sovereign wearer
Who they were? From word of mouth, they say they donned the pair and walked against gravity
Defying the weights of society, they stepped on the stigmas of "wayfarers" and many talebearer

These wars lasted long and were arduos. Fighting for the rights of the people of these jobs
Donning pride, equality, diversity, and passion for fashion. These dominatrix stood high
By the books they no longer abided. For it was time for image to speak against the snobs
Look at me, sonny. Do my stilettos match my image? Or should I make you comply?