Dominatrix and the Big Win
The year is 2021 AD. Bharat is almost entirely under the sway of Hirsutus Grandus and his seniormost legionary Animus Terriblus. Well not entirely ____ one small village of indomitable Bongs, under Chief Dominatrix, still holds out.
The year is 2021 AD. Bharat is almost entirely under the sway of Hirsutus Grandus and his seniormost legionary Animus Terriblus. Well not entirely……one small village of indomitable Bongs under Chief Dominatrix, still holds out. But how long can the little village resist the forces of Hirsutus Grandus and his legionnaires? Chief Dominatrix has been pacing the length and breadth of the village (she can’t stand shields or shield bearers) in her rubber thongs, waiting for an idea to strike. She has held long conferences with the village druid, Etashetamix. That the Chief’s nephew Questionableethix, has been squirrelling away vast quantities of the village’s supply of magic potion, has not improved Etashetamix’s temper. After much persuasion by the Chief’s secretary Profuselyapologetix, the druid comes up with a plan. He sends for Braxtonhix, battle-consultant and bitter enemy of Hirsutus Grandus.
There’s something about the egg roll. Like poetry and love, it’s layered. There’s texture and tartness balancing the heat and the salt, a flaky-skin outer lightness sets off the chewy bite at its heart. Like viraha, the heat scorches you but leaves you longing for more. But we’re getting ahead of our story.