The Inner Sanctum

Maggie, the newest serving girl, waited outside nervously.

"The Queen's in one of her humours," she was warned. "You best be careful."

Maggie didn't ask, but the veteran servant offered an explanation anyway. "Her alembic has disagreed with her constitution again."

Once inside the Queen's private chambers, Maggie had no time to be awed by the ornamentation. The Queen, in all her naked corpulence, was crouched over a chamber pot in the corner.

"So you're the lucky subject who get's to clean the Queen's shit."

Maggie smiled. She'd make a lot of money selling that shit on the black market.