The Royal Leather Swing

I spotted a heavy brown leather strop hanging from the brass hook of the styling chair, dangling down like a velvet bellpull just begging for attention! Naturally, a rogue of my talents knows how to inspect fine leather. I caught hold of the polished brass swivel ring at the bottom with both hands, hitched my boots onto the wide strap, and put on a dramatic grunt as if I were sharpening the sharpest straight razor in the county. Once I proved my industrious spirit, I kicked back against the supple hide, letting the strap swing me like a private porch hammock. The leather gave a pleasant squeak with every sway, rocking me straight into pure luxury!