Ah, yes, right away.
He quickly checked to see how the pasta was, and pulled out a strand of it with a fork to taste-test it. Yes, it's done. What shall I do with it?
(Well, there's two men and two women, so it's even. And three of us have been friends since high school, and one has even been friends with me since Elementary school, so we're very comfortable being around each other. I don't think anyone would prank anyone else like that, though I'd do other pranks on April 1st.)
"Stand, toy." she said simply, walking to be beside him at the table. Once he stood obediently, she grabbed onto his hair at the back of his head and pulled him into an aggressive kiss.
The slave seemed to go limp in the legs as he was kissed, and could hardly stand once his mistress separated from his lips.
The mistress held him by the hair still, then grinned widely.
"You can't decide these things for yourself, slave. You're my play-thing, and you're being far too close to this little demon. Besides, someone like her deserves a man. You're a toy that's more like a little girl." with that, she let go of his hair and let him fall to his knees.
"Return to the mansion at the end of the night. You've had enough fun for awhile." with that, she started to walk away.
Oh, I see. What other kinds of music do you like, if you don't mind me asking, sir?
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