“Is yours ready for the switch Edna?” The nasal grind of a woman’s voice grated as the bed heaved and creaked over my head before dipping dramatically.

 

I held my breath, trying to breathe as shallowly as I could as the sturdy hooves of the second girl goat. Or thing, came into view, stopping just inches from my head, the frayed ends of her white dress billowing slightly.

“Heh! You can say that again, wench is all but throwing herself at his highness, right cunt whore that one!” The Edna girl cackled, snorting in a way that had me wrinkling my nose with disgust.

Sheesh! So these were the workers?...