Master and Mimi, part 1
Mimi offered the invitation gladly. She weighed less than she looked—and considering that she could transform into both big and small creatures, Cael wondered where the excess mass went.
Then she put her hands around his shoulders, pressed her chest to his, and leaned for a kiss.
All thoughts left Cael's head.
She was as good at this as expected. It was not a trait Cael met for the first time—all expensive, experienced 'ladies of the night' shared it. But there were two core elements of the experience that set Mimi apart.
Her kiss was full of enthusiasm and desire to please at once—and both were completely genuine. It was the same mixture that made Mimi's smiles so contagious.
To kiss Mimi was to taste unconditional love and loyalty. Dante Amato was a fool to let his creation slip through his fingers.