House of Delicacies

[DarkEmpress]

I cluck my tongue at Yeishia, as a delicious devilish smile touches my lips. Now now Yeishia, you know the golden rule of the House of Delicacies. That is your Master's pleasure ... I say as I give her a firm swat on her ass.

Covering her with a huge silver presenting tray, I remove my barista from my body and hang it on the hook next to VT's where Marauder had left it. I return to the trolley, precious cargo onboard as I murmur ... are you ready?

I touch my hat and click my heels together ... myself and the trolley with Yeishia slowly disappearing into a dark and swirling mist ...

 

[yeishia]

Don't forget my clothing I whisper

 

[DarkEmpress]

Appearing outside the door of the House of Delicacies, I pull the golden key from its chain and place it in the door. It unlocks with a soft 'click' and I push the doors open. I am greeted with the delicious scent of vanilla ... chocolate and the sweet lingering fragrance of Yeishia.

I smile as I push the serving trolley back to it's corner before lovingly replacing all the containers, bowls and sinful utensils that had helped in the creation of Marauder's delectable birthday 'cake'.

Once everything is done and in its place, I flick the switch off and close the door. The golden key locking the door again ... and finding it's way back into its hiding place. I leave a soft kiss there for VT ... before I pull my cloak tight around me ... my form swirling and disappearing into a dark mist ... the scent of a Highveld Thunderstorm lingering in the air.

 

[DarkEmpress]

OOC: Please note for those unfamiliar with the 'House of Delicacies', this thread is strictly closed for the use of VT and D only.

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The golden key shimmers in my hand as I pull it from the depths of my velvet black cape. My hand runs lovingly across the door as I slot the key in place and unlock the little shop. The sun is streaming through the glass panes of the windows, dancing across the floor ... shimmering in the warmth and love that is locked up inside these four walls.

Walking up to the counter, I shrug out of my black cape leaving bare flesh exposed as I hang the mass of velvet on the hook. I take my barista and pull it over my head, tying it behind my back in an exaggerated bow before lovingly running my fingers across VT’s barista. Walking back, I stand before the preparation counter with my hands on my hips, the bow a perfect decoration across my naked derriere as I decide where to start.

Pressing the play button on the remote, a soft and jazzy number filters through the air, creating just the right amount of creative atmosphere for my masterpiece... well, soon to be

Taking out a massive white ceramic mixing bowl, I place a sift over it and add a host of dry ingredients that create a fluffy white cloud around me as I let the feather soft ingredients float to the bottom of the mixing bowl like an avalanche of crisp, white snow.

Next are the eggs, oil and milk, that I mix together with a whisk into a frothy blend of yellows before adding it to the mixture, gently folding it into the mix until I have something that starts resembling batter. A naughty smile creeps up on my lips as I add a dash of tempting vanilla and a generous helping of dark and sinfully delicious cocoa.

The light batter is instantly transformed into a chocolaty dream of smooth folds, a rich and heavenly scent of cocoa permeating the air. Whisking a few egg whites into shape, I languidly fold them into the batter until I have a fluffy and writhing mix of exotic textures before me.

The oven gives an excited ‘ting’ as the temperature reaches its mark. Just in time! As I line two round tins with butter and a sprinkle of flour. Spooning the thick and dripping dark contents of my mixing bowl into the baking tins, I place them in the oven to surrender to the heat of the moment ... to be formed and shaped into something truly magnificent.

A soft peel of laughter falls from my lips as I lick the remaining batter from the spoon, my tongue giving me a decadent taste of the contents that melt in my mouth with pure, unadulterated sinfulness.

Moving along to the next task, I melt icing sugar and cocoa with a little bit of butter and milk on the stove at a low temperature, stirring my sinful and bubbling witch’s brew until a mouth watering taste of chocolate lingers in the air. Adding a bit of vanilla that sears in the heat of the pot with a dash of peppermint, my outrageously unusual dressing is complete.

The stove gives another excited ‘ting’ and I remove the two glorious mounds from its heated depths. Turning them out on the counter, I smooth my hands lovingly across the heated surface. Spreading a nice and smooth heap of beaten cream across the surface, I sprinkle it with a generous helping of chocolate chips before placing the twin cake on top of it, pressing it lightly until the delicious contents peek from the sides. Satisfied, I place the beautiful double-layered cake on top of a glistening glass serving dish.

Slowly ... very slowly, I start pouring the dark and delicious contents of the pot across the cake, to wrap it in velvety, dark and chocolaty magnificence until it is smooth ... the choc-mint scent dripping from the air.

Grinning wickedly, I add the final touches. In a delicate scrawl of embossed letters I write across the cake: Congratulations VT ... and I place a cherry on the top, knowing that she’ll smile at the memory of the last time I used a cherry.

Quickly cleaning up, I steal a finger full of icing before shrugging out of my barista and hanging it next to VT’s. I let my eyes linger across every corner of the shop before pulling my cloak closely around my shoulders, blowing a kiss to the cake for VT to find later. I swirl and slowly dissolve into a roiling dark mist before evaporating into thin air ... the scent of a Highveld Thunderstorm playing with the heavenly presence of deep ... dark ... chocolate.