lashes long and artificially black. She looked up her ruby red lips pursed, her expression frozen. She could hear her masters returning from the mines. Slut-White stood, her head almost to the ceiling her heeled slippers tapping on the wooden floor boards. The cabin door swung open the chill winter snow blowing in. One by one the dwarves entered. All dirty and sniffling, carrying picks and sacks. Each dwarf sneered and drooled at the beautiful angel waiting to greet them. It