Visually rolling the thick clouds of dark, rich smoke lazily around her, Ebonybooty49 sat heavily in her deep red velvet chair and considered the question posed before her. She glanced over her shoulder at the large wooden bucket on the floor, half-full of human excrement that was the cause of the unpleasant aroma that now permeated her cozy little den. To whom should she attribute this disturbing discovery, she wondered? It was going to take some careful deduction to identify the unsuspecting perpetrator.
With a deep sigh, she leaned back in her chair and let her mind wander through the events of the past few days, hoping to uncover some clue as to the identity of the anonymous turd-tosser. It hadn't been easy, what with keeping up with her busy schedule and maintaining the secrecy of her unique hobby. But she had managed to stay one step ahead of the game, meticulously collecting and preparing her treasured collection of human waste products.
Until now.
Her brow furrowed in thought as she remembered bringing yet another lucky client home after a long night out on the town. They had shared several bottles of expensive champagne and indulged in some very naughty activities before retiring to her command center where he had eagerly accepted her offer to participate in one of her favorite pastimes - embellishing his shit with a few choice enhancements. She remembered how he had chuckled and joked about her "artistic talents" while she carefully added a dusting of gold shimmer and a spritz of her favorite perfume to his offering.
Now, it appeared that someone else had caught wind of her little hobby and decided to try their hand at it. But who? And why go to such lengths to create such a colossal mess? These questions nagged at her as she reached down to stroke her beloved FFM threesome figurine with its intricate details of the filthy act lovingly preserved within the layers of her precious cargo.
As days turned into weeks and the mystery only deepened, Ebonybooty49 found herself growing increasingly paranoid about revealing her secret admirer's identity. After all, she reasoned, not everyone shared her unusual tastes, and she shuddered to think of the possible consequences if she were ever discovered. But still, she couldn't shake the feeling that there was someone out there who truly understood her, someone who shared her passion for creating works of art from the most unlikely of mediums.
In the end, she decided that discretion was the better part of valor and took steps to conceal any further evidence of her activities. Burning the incriminating bucket along with any remaining traces of her beloved creation, she buried the ashes deep within the garden, hoping against hope that this would be the last time she had to deal with such disturbing interruptions in her otherwise quiet, peaceful life.
