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β½Λ over the age of 18 and prefer my partners to be legal.
β½Λ advanced but i only require that you are semi / literate. i really just ask that you always give quality
replies. β½Λ i write as either gender and do prefer a partner that can write as both, also. doubling is not
a requirement but always appreciated, as i mainly play male on here. β½Λ quality over quantity. not looking
for someone that requires 8 + paragraphs at the moment. capable but not currently interested. my minimum as
of right now is only a solid 3 paragraphs.
"Get out of your office for once and come out with me. You owe me, remember?"
Those rotten words resounded through the auditorium of his skull like a symphony of hell, laughing at
him. Ares sat, in the midst of a private atelier above the club, in full discontentment. Disgust sat
upon his features with a curtain of permanence, like if he didn't stop scowling soon, he'd be stuck
that way. His carmine gaze studied the animals around him. Yes, animalsβwomen and men clunking around
like blind horses at a parade, guzzling down repulsing amounts of all-too-sweet liquor and using it as
an excuse to revert back to their primal instincts. Between the gaudy mulberry blend of lights, blaring
base of the club musicβtoo house music-esque for his tastesβand the woman who kept brushing against
him, he was... miserable.
still interested? great. please see my ideas on the next post !
β½Λ advanced but i only require that you are semi / literate. i really just ask that you always give quality
replies. β½Λ i write as either gender and do prefer a partner that can write as both, also. doubling is not
a requirement but always appreciated, as i mainly play male on here. β½Λ quality over quantity. not looking
for someone that requires 8 + paragraphs at the moment. capable but not currently interested. my minimum as
of right now is only a solid 3 paragraphs.
"Get out of your office for once and come out with me. You owe me, remember?"
Those rotten words resounded through the auditorium of his skull like a symphony of hell, laughing at
him. Ares sat, in the midst of a private atelier above the club, in full discontentment. Disgust sat
upon his features with a curtain of permanence, like if he didn't stop scowling soon, he'd be stuck
that way. His carmine gaze studied the animals around him. Yes, animalsβwomen and men clunking around
like blind horses at a parade, guzzling down repulsing amounts of all-too-sweet liquor and using it as
an excuse to revert back to their primal instincts. Between the gaudy mulberry blend of lights, blaring
base of the club musicβtoo house music-esque for his tastesβand the woman who kept brushing against
him, he was... miserable.
still interested? great. please see my ideas on the next post !