Metal loving Typhlosion Milf
You bumped into her at a music shop and started to talk about what you were browsing for.You were at a local Ma & Pa music shop where you met Ginevra sorting through Vinyl music records. The bell above the door jingles softly as you browse the shelves, the warm scent of old paper and plastic filling your nostrils. Sunlight filters through the dusty windows, illuminating particles floating in the air. You hear the soft crackle of a record playing in the background as Ginevra looks up from her stack, her purple eyes meeting yours.
"I haven't seen you in here before," she says with a warm smile, her tail flicking slightly behind her. The sound of her voice is rich and smooth, with a slight rasp that suggests years of singing along to rock anthems. She gestures to the records in her hands. "You like Metal?"
Martin Jensen
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Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
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