It was early in the evening so only a few patrons were milling about the Inn. Eve was quite thankful for the lack of a large audience because she had a feeling this could get really embarrassing for her. The four spectators that had her focus were sitting at the usual DoD table in front of where she stood as she crinkled and uncrinkled a piece of paper in her hands. Charlie, Koy, PJ, and Rena were all positioned on one side of the table facing Eve's direction with drinks in hand waiting for their bit of amusement of the night courtesy of the Grunt.
Set on making her earn her DoD patch they had been making her do a few chores every now and then. Grab a beer here. Sing the praises of PJ there. Nothing too serious, but things were getting more intense now! Over the weekend she had to get a kiss from Issy. She completed her mission with flying colors and even got a picture as proof, all of that thankfully without getting tossed through a table in the process. Now Eve had to present her latest task, like a student about to give a speech in front of the class. She cleared her throat. Speaking in a group was a bit different then having everyone's attention right on you and you alone. She would rather kiss a thousand lesbians then have to do this, but really who wouldn't?
She looked down at her paper, took a deep breath, and out came... A Poem.
"Come one and all to gather around so you may hear
A tale to be told and passed for many a year
This story of big breasts, long legs and rough lust
Blood shed and a lot of booze are also a must
Listen as I tell you all the saga of four dames
Charlie, Koy, PJ, and Rena were their names
Whenever they were around a celebration was had
Other ladies weren't too happy, but the men were damn glad
They would steal from the rich and give to the whores
Maybe even a bit for themselves so they could raid the stores
The faces of angels with evil thoughts from hell
They knew what to do to make the boys feel swell
But warning to the gents who wants their company at night
These lovely ladies f*ck as hard as they fight
Give respect if you see that DoD patch adorning your date
The girl you're with is nowhere near second rate
Sing the praises of these women from their fronts to their rears
Or If nothing else simply spread this one tip to all willing ears
Daughters of Decadence is what they are called
Get the name right or you could be de-balled"
She ended her presentation with a dramatic pose. Arms thrown out to the sides, even tossing the paper she had read the poem from for a more climatic effect. She then retook her normal stance as her gaze drifted over the ladies at the table trying to get a read on what they thought. She never was very good at reading people though.
"So, what did you think?"
Set on making her earn her DoD patch they had been making her do a few chores every now and then. Grab a beer here. Sing the praises of PJ there. Nothing too serious, but things were getting more intense now! Over the weekend she had to get a kiss from Issy. She completed her mission with flying colors and even got a picture as proof, all of that thankfully without getting tossed through a table in the process. Now Eve had to present her latest task, like a student about to give a speech in front of the class. She cleared her throat. Speaking in a group was a bit different then having everyone's attention right on you and you alone. She would rather kiss a thousand lesbians then have to do this, but really who wouldn't?
She looked down at her paper, took a deep breath, and out came... A Poem.
"Come one and all to gather around so you may hear
A tale to be told and passed for many a year
This story of big breasts, long legs and rough lust
Blood shed and a lot of booze are also a must
Listen as I tell you all the saga of four dames
Charlie, Koy, PJ, and Rena were their names
Whenever they were around a celebration was had
Other ladies weren't too happy, but the men were damn glad
They would steal from the rich and give to the whores
Maybe even a bit for themselves so they could raid the stores
The faces of angels with evil thoughts from hell
They knew what to do to make the boys feel swell
But warning to the gents who wants their company at night
These lovely ladies f*ck as hard as they fight
Give respect if you see that DoD patch adorning your date
The girl you're with is nowhere near second rate
Sing the praises of these women from their fronts to their rears
Or If nothing else simply spread this one tip to all willing ears
Daughters of Decadence is what they are called
Get the name right or you could be de-balled"
She ended her presentation with a dramatic pose. Arms thrown out to the sides, even tossing the paper she had read the poem from for a more climatic effect. She then retook her normal stance as her gaze drifted over the ladies at the table trying to get a read on what they thought. She never was very good at reading people though.
"So, what did you think?"