Do You Want Fries With That? [closed/complete]
Whether it had been two years, or two hundred, in that oubliette--that place of oblivion affectionately known as Purgatory--it had been too long. She'd almost forgotten what french fries tasted like--almost, but not quite, because it wouldn't have been much of a punishment if she'd been able to forget life's little pleasures.
She let out an inappropriate moan of pleasure that belonged on late night cable, enjoying the sound of her new voice almost as much as she enjoyed the taste of her favorite junk food. It could go from deceptively sweet and innocent, to incredibly provocative all in the space of a breath, and the body--damn! She was pretty sure she'd turned a few heads already.
No one would ever suspect her in such an eye-catching new vessel, would they?