Before she met Gust, she would make herself anonymous and numb, convinced that all she wanted was a few hours of touching. She doesn’t remember many names, but she remembers bodies, and the rare compliment, as well as the one who choked her. The one who played porn while she went down on him. The one who tied her wrists so tight she lost feeling in her hands. The one who called her timid when she refused to attend an orgy. She’d been proud of herself for saying no that time, for having limits.
