Cesar throw me out of his Room

Tvirl," he mispronounces the word.

I giggle and correct him. "No, no, no. T-wi-rl." I sound it out for him. By the way, I'm acting, I feel as if I've had too many

wines before I came out to dance. While I had filled Cesar's goblet up with wine in the kitchen, I decided to experiment myself.

And I had found that wine was very good and that I had been missing out on a lot by disliking the bitter taste. But my taste buds had developed, and I was grateful for that.

"You 'de one teachin' how to say words, hmm?" he asks me, his eyebrows raised. "'Dat how it works now, little one?"

My foot catches on a rock and I go spiraling into the dark. But he catches me before I hit the ground, spinning me onto

my back so that I'm facing him. My lips are millimeters away from his and I can feel the attraction like a magnet, pulling

us together. But yet again, we don't kiss. The sound of Red Fox's voice makes me jump. I stand back up.

"Havin' fun wit' your whore, little Cousin?" he asks. I scowl at him,