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Just me on the stage, baring my soul. And a little bit of my ass.
Then he licks my jugular. Electric-shocked, I jerk. “Not soothing!”
“What do you need?” So many things. I need to be independently wealthy, have an unlimited supply of chocolate cake, and a harem of knotted manservants who fuck me and then disappear. Maybe what I need most is a lobotomy.
