All of this dreaming…

All of this dreaming came first with a silent knock upon the glass. At least one of the girls had pretended to. Three redheads pressed each other’s bodies up in the corner, huddling as if they were some team about to spring their paws across some morality clause.

Still outside the door they slid around each other in the corners, anxious to release the chaos that would glisten all around the patron flesh, in beautiful lines of heat leaving sweat-tattoos.

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