Alice noticed with a start that in the very centermost point of the room, a tall table stood, perfectly clear and carved exquisitely with hearts and filigree. The entire point of the table seemed to be to hold a crystal decanter, delicately corked with a fat little heart, and emblazoned with a red and white card reading only “Drink Me.”
Willing her heart to calm, Alice steadied herself tentatively on the little table, still unaware that she was being watched. She pressed a hand to her pounding chest, then to the top of her thigh, then to her hip as she ground her legs together, willing herself to still after all she’d just seen and felt.
High in the shadowy corner of the ceiling, a purple cock glimmered into view, stroked by a strong hand. It rose out of the translucent fist, a glittering drop gathering at the thick head.
Taking up the decanter, Alice filled a small glass she hadn’t noticed before, crystal and perfect. She drew the glass to her lips and drank, her tongue gently and surreptitiously reaching out to capture the last fruity drops from the bottom. The liquid slid sweetly down her parched throat, thick and cool. She breathed deeply, drawing a heavy breath in, dragging the air into her as deeply as she could, willing her heart to slow down.