"but she is only a simple slave isn't...?" Said Judge Admi in answer to a random question from one of the court clerks or hangers on or something.
"Yeah they do get a bit slow after too much buggering," Muttered the man who had tucked himself into the corner of the room and had been scribbling notes ever since.
Skritch, Skritch, Skritch went the pen on the paper, it took a moment for the man to realise that people were looking at him, he tried to disappear under his disappearing hat but he had forget to pay the medicine man for more disapparating juice again.
"I know you, you're Truman Capote!" Said a random bystander obviously thrilled to get a line at last.
"Er he's dead," Answered the man from under his really big hat.
"Yeah so, this is the Twilight...."
Oh bugger, thought the man to himself, I forgot about that, he tried to hide his notes, the big title 'The Sexecution Racket Judge Admi and Executioner Tree at work a Sex Orientated Socio-Servile-Bio-Legal Study', was not helping. It was going to be one of those days.
this would be more fun were I more masochist.