Miranda’s Pay Piggie

Miranda lounged gracefully, draped in silk and power. Her sharp eyes glittered with amusement as her loyal admirer groveled at her feet.

“Please, Mistress Miranda,” he whispered, voice trembling. “Let me serve. I’ll do anything.”

She smirked. “Anything? Even when you’re already flat broke?”

He nodded feverishly. “I’ll work harder. Sell something. Beg if I have to.”

With a lazy flick of her leg and a raised brow, she considered him. “Fine. Show me how desperate you are.”

Coins, crumpled bills — every last bit he had — landed in her lap. She took it all with a scoff. “Pathetic… but amusing.”

“I’ll bring you more!” he promised.

“Oh, you will,” Miranda purred. “Now run along. Go make Mommy proud.”