The privilege of sleeping on a bed is expensive, pet. But you’re willing to pay, aren’t you?
There’s this sick, strange, scary little corner of my head where stuff like this lives.
privilege
Mmm. The line between privileges and rights is this sexiest thing ever.
Pepper’s outfit at home is a collar, and nothing more. it suits her purpose and status just fine.
But I’m a fairly nice person, and let her wear one of my old plaid shirts as well.
She knows it’s an act of kindness and not a right.