"No, I just-" Joan sighs. What a fucking softie she is, hating the idea of any woman feeling rejected after she's taken her top off. Once they get to the second floor, Joan turns the corner toward her bedroom. It's a small room, clearly not the master bedroom, but the master bed has been shoved into it, taking up nearly all the room.
"Last month, we had this party, right?" Joan says this while taking off her own shirt; her chest is not nearly so impressive. Her skin is fishbelly white and heavily freckled; on each shoulder is a tattoo. One is her Diabel mark, and the other is a black star circled with the words RUST NEVER FADES.
As Joan unbuttons her pants, she begins to talk. And talk. "And it was a fuck party, which, you know, whatever. And I got fucked a lot, which, fine, that's the point of a fuck party. But there weren't any beds. I just wanna get fucked in a bed, y'know? Or like, a bathtub. If there's water in it. Or something with cushions? I'm bored to death of fucking floors. I had rug burns for a week."
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"Last month, we had this party, right?" Joan says this while taking off her own shirt; her chest is not nearly so impressive. Her skin is fishbelly white and heavily freckled; on each shoulder is a tattoo. One is her Diabel mark, and the other is a black star circled with the words RUST NEVER FADES.
As Joan unbuttons her pants, she begins to talk. And talk. "And it was a fuck party, which, you know, whatever. And I got fucked a lot, which, fine, that's the point of a fuck party. But there weren't any beds. I just wanna get fucked in a bed, y'know? Or like, a bathtub. If there's water in it. Or something with cushions? I'm bored to death of fucking floors. I had rug burns for a week."