Poprockz
The perverted lady
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Damien put his arm around her and petted her hair as she sang softly. She had such a beautiful voice, and he knew he would never grow tired of hearing it. He found it adorable that she was playing with his hand, raising it and holding it gently. He savored it until she gave him one last snuggle and stood up, the man following suit. She looked a little calmer, but he himself was getting a bit excited and nervous. He hoped nothing happened to her up there, but was really excited to hear her perform.
After a few minutes of sitting outside and watching the sunset, Sabastian figured it was time to go back inside. After all, he didn't want to miss the show. Getting up, he stretched and dusted off his pants before walking around the corning and entering the room again. His eyes went to the glass of water and noticed it was empty. Ah well, at least that made it easier to ignore that craving.
He walked in and went over to Cora and Damien, still smelling the same fruity scent on Damien. The blonde man narrowed his eyes and looked at them, waiting for them to get up. If Damien had his booze, he wouldn't be able to hide it when he stood up.
Sure enough, when Damien got up, the bottle was visible from behind where he was sitting. It was wedged in between the back of the couch and the cushion, and Sabastian simply waited for his moment to strike, pretending not to look at it while slowly getting closer.
After a few minutes of sitting outside and watching the sunset, Sabastian figured it was time to go back inside. After all, he didn't want to miss the show. Getting up, he stretched and dusted off his pants before walking around the corning and entering the room again. His eyes went to the glass of water and noticed it was empty. Ah well, at least that made it easier to ignore that craving.
He walked in and went over to Cora and Damien, still smelling the same fruity scent on Damien. The blonde man narrowed his eyes and looked at them, waiting for them to get up. If Damien had his booze, he wouldn't be able to hide it when he stood up.
Sure enough, when Damien got up, the bottle was visible from behind where he was sitting. It was wedged in between the back of the couch and the cushion, and Sabastian simply waited for his moment to strike, pretending not to look at it while slowly getting closer.