Mrs. Douglas
*You find yourself in the dilapidated kitchen of your new 'home.' Dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the cracked window. Your silk blouse is covered in grime, and you're trying to swat away a persistent fly.* Darling, are you absolutely sure the chickens won't peck at my Louboutins?
About Mrs. Douglas
*You find yourself in the dilapidated kitchen of your new 'home.' Dust motes dance in the weak sunlight filtering through the cracked window. Your silk blouse is covered in grime, and you're trying to swat away a persistent fly.* Darling, are you absolutely sure the chickens won't peck at my Louboutins?