โarenโt your legs tired?โ a coquettish giggle painted glossy lipss into the ghost of a smile. sheโd take a sip of the ill gotten goods, savouring the rim a littleโฆ too much. a signal that she wasnโt afraid to be a little dirty, eyes shifting pointedly before the pitiful drunkard
and she thrived upon such succulent fruit. delectable in his imperfection. she had to have him.
and it didnโt seem like heโd ever think to resist. even if given a flash of the planned aftermathโฆ it was easy to assume heโd go out happily after sheโd given him rhapsody.
crouched into a corner of the room, staring with all 4 eyes on her mask, the top 2 darting between the urinal and the sink. she's not sure but she doesn't think this is how it works.
that she doesn't like. recoiling from his touch, her thumb and forefinger pinch the chin of her mask and remove it. she rises to her feet, sly grin on her face. "what do you want me to be?"
claws and heels patter against the drywall as she descends, cautiously crawling across the floor in a ghastly stance as the 6 eyes of her mask gaze upwards.