Public Confession

Willow kneels on the marble, the plug humming, as David's thumb leaves her lip and he turns her face toward the nearest table of diners. 'Tell them, doll,' he says, loud enough for the room to hear, 'tell your admirers what you are.' Her voice shakes as she whispers, 'I'm David's sissy,' and he tilts his head, unsatisfied. 'Louder, Willow—they can't hear you.' She swallows, the draft post glowing in his hand, and repeats it, her cheeks burning as a man at the bar turns to stare. David smiles, his thumb brushing her cheek, and murmurs, 'Good girl—now let's see if they believe you.'