nothingbutarapetoy: It was Friday, maybe Saturday. The last thing you remember is accepting that drink from the nice man at the bar. You danced, you flirted - he wanted to take you home, but you had work in the morning. But you wanted it, so you agreed

nothingbutarapetoy: It was Friday, maybe Saturday. The last thing you remember is accepting that drink from the nice man at the bar. You danced, you flirted - he wanted to take you home, but you had work in the morning. But you wanted it, so you agreed

tags: Depravity and Decadence,

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