Do You Think I'm Fat, Slave?
'Do you think I'm fat, slave?'
It's the question no helpless, humble-head slave wants to have to answer. But answer it I must!
'Oh no, pretty mistress, begging your pardon, pretty mistress, I think you're perfect, mistress. Your boots are perfect; your socks are perfect; and you are perfect, madam!'
She says nothing, but switches feet in front of face - a sign that she is satisfied with my answer.