in the beginning, there was nilla and her ass. it was pale, round, moonlike. And the Master proclaimed it a blank canvas. After a time, He paused in his work, and surveyed what He had wrought, and proclaimed it….
Yet soon He returned to his labours, since He was chilly, and wanting to lay against a warm ass is a true Master’s pleasure; ergo, He set to warming the bottom.
And when He was done, He proclaimed it…
For He was a Master who enjoyed his handiwork. And He knew, that such a large, blank canvas would indeed have been
a terrible thing to waste.
(He’s been wanting me to show this sequence for a while now. Happy, Master? *smile*)