Drunken_Angel
Princess Absinthe
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- May 8, 2010
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Tiptoes quietly into the whorehouse, looking around. Silence except for moaning floating down the hall. She makes her way to the bar and then if safe, behind its counter, digging for absinthe.
No pranks tonight. Aus cured her of that. Just a drink, a small amount of coin left under the bottle as it is replaced below.
Quiet, peace, yet with such fabulous sensations of lust and pain, happiness and degradation. She breathes in its ambiance from atop a barstool.
No pranks tonight. Aus cured her of that. Just a drink, a small amount of coin left under the bottle as it is replaced below.
Quiet, peace, yet with such fabulous sensations of lust and pain, happiness and degradation. She breathes in its ambiance from atop a barstool.