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!3JMxZ2DPhM 02/05/12(Sun)02:06 No.33977466From last thread:
You tap your heel on the marble floor impatiently. THese kinds of fancy get-togethers have never been your style, but she insisted. To be fair, you did owe her one, but this isn't what you had in mind. You should have known better. When she said 8 o'clock sharp, you should have showed up fifteen minutes late. But no, you came in on time and she's left you waiting. Just as you think you should have been late, she waltzed through the doors. Your jaw drops as you witness her decorated in the ruby and violet dress, accentuating every bit of her body. It's almost as if she sparkles in the light. Just as you open your mouth to ask where she's been, she places a finger on your lips and tells you to shush. Good fashion is always just a smidge late, she tells you. You would argue, but you look down and catch a glimpse of just how low cut her dress is. The revealed flesh immediately leaves you at a loss for words. She smiles, realizing that her gown has had the desired result. She whispers into your ear, a slutry suggestion. How about the two of you excuse yourselves and take care of any problems before entering the gala? All you can do is nod, completely slack jawed, as she leads you off, presumably to a world of immeasurable pleasure.
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