Dear Prince Eric,
I know you don’t know me. I’m the lowly maid who comes into your chamber every morning with my bucket and mop in tow. You’re busy, and I’m well … invisible.
But this morning was different.
I saw you naked.
That hard, bronzed body.
The thick chest made of impenetrable marble.
And your tool … the one swinging between your thighs, hanging all the way to your knee!
But you weren’t embarrassed at all. In fact, you crooked one finger at me and purred, “Here, kitty, kitty.”
Now what’s a girl to do when she’s summoned like that?
But now, your throne is in jeopardy and it’s time for me to make my exit.
The question is … am I just a playmate to you? Or could I be someone more?
Love,
Kitty (the girl with the mop)