.». Lithe form materializes into the crowd, appendages out and pushing away structures to move through the dense pack. Platinum curls feraly placed over facade, and shoulders. Yet still the locks seemed beautiful in their wild manner. Ample bust restrained in a blue halter, revealing taut and peirced stomach. A belt slung around petite hips, encircling the demin pants garnishing her defined limbs. As pedates propell the feline t'wards the bar, the light shines deeper onto her features. Flawless, perhaps God spent a little more time on her? Facade flickers with mystery, a door to be opened, a lock to be picked. Violet pools burn across the bar, finding an open seat near the virile. Chasis slides onto the stool with ease. Talons replacing locks behind peirced lobes. A soft sigh rolls off glossed labs, order placed, as always, a Corona.

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