My Little Dolcett Girl

***The scenario in this post took place directly after the incidents described in “Losing one’s head“. A quick recap, while I was being tortured and beheaded, a girl we will call Dahlia showed up to watch. She was wearing a tag which said “Dolcette Girl” or “Dolcett Fan” (I can’t remember which it was right now)***

For those who do not know, Dolcett is an artist. When I first got into SL, I saw some things about Dolcett and wasn’t fully comprehending of them. A quick Google search revealed this guy is 1) nuts, 2) a pretty good comic book artist and 3) his stuff, while sick, turns me on. Mostly his work is extremely misogynistic. His main body of work deals with killing, cooking and eating women. Making tit steaks and cunt steaks from their tender parts. I should add that most of the women that get killed and eaten in his work are willing participants. My favorite work of his is called “Club X”. You’ll have to research it. I think the bulk of his work can be found here (TODO: post any Dolcett links I can find).

Losing one’s head

I was teleporting around. I landed at a place where there were male dancers (again – dammit- I didn’t create a Landmark. Fuck I need to create those more often. I will find it and edit this post with it – I can be sooooo blond sometimes). There weren’t any dancing on stage. There were a couple , but they were lounging around on the couches, holding girls. I felt like the odd girl out. Then I get an IM from someone I had never met. And an offer to TP. The IM said he had an ax and a chopping block. This piqued my interest, so I accepted the TP.