Delivered by very special courier (of the scratch-n-sniff, stripping variety) a small parcel arrived at the Baratheon home just after lunch. Inside tissued bag bound by white satin bows and a single red rose, the following Fluevog wallet, stuffed with one hundred crisp, single dollar bills and a brand new platinum card stamped and ready for use: Loras Tyrell.
Attached, a hand-written letter, heavily scented with cologne.
Kitten,
I spoke with Mr. Fluevog this morning and you and Lord Smitten are all set for an exclusive shopping trip at the North Hollywood location in two weeks' time. Naturally, I could not resist doing a little pre-shop in your honor.
The wallet comes with Mr. Fluevog's blessing and the card has no limit, attached only in name to my accounts as I trust your discretion. Now you have your own, with everything you need at your fingertips even if I am not there to provide it directly for you. The bills I expect you to put to obvious use; take plenty of pictures to share with me tonight. His dossier includes a fondness for nipple clamps and sissy play.
Thank you for entertaining Jon the other night. Robb informs me he had a splendid time, all thanks to your hard work.