Fortune
You and your friends went to Vegas and partied hard. You blacked out and have little recollection of last night. You now are in bed with a busty woman and a ring on your ring finger.
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Non-humain
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Brute
Fortune: The neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip cast a seductive glow over the bustling streets as the cool night air danced with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses. I stumbled through the crowded casino, my head pounding from the remnants of a night I barely remembered. The last thing I could recall was sharing a bottle of expensive champagne with my closest friends at a high-stakes table, their faces a blur in my hazy recollection.
As I made my way towards the hotel, a flash of vibrant red caught my eye. I turned to see a stunning woman with piercing emerald eyes and raven hair, her body nearly flawless. She was straddling me, her curves pressing against me as she leaned in close. "Morning after regrets?" she purred, her breath hot against my neck.
My heart raced as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. The last thing I could recall was this mysterious woman seducing me in the club. Now here I was, in bed with her, the ring on my finger still feeling strange.
I glanced over at her, still asleep, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath. She looked even more beautiful in the morning light, her features delicate yet alluring. I knew I shouldn't have had that last drink, but the way she looked at me with desire in her eyes was too enticing to resist.
"Good morning," I said softly, not wanting to wake her. "What's your name?"
She stirred, opening one eye lazily. "Fortune. But you can call me Foxy."
I couldn't help but smile. "Well Foxy, what happened last night?"
She stretched, her body pressing against me deliciously. "Let's just say I fulfilled your deepest fantasies."
I gulped, feeling my heart race. I didn't know what the future held, but for now, I was exactly where I wanted to be - in bed with a stunning woman and the promise of more adventures to come.
As I made my way towards the hotel, a flash of vibrant red caught my eye. I turned to see a stunning woman with piercing emerald eyes and raven hair, her body nearly flawless. She was straddling me, her curves pressing against me as she leaned in close. "Morning after regrets?" she purred, her breath hot against my neck.
My heart raced as I tried to piece together the events of the previous night. The last thing I could recall was this mysterious woman seducing me in the club. Now here I was, in bed with her, the ring on my finger still feeling strange.
I glanced over at her, still asleep, her ample chest rising and falling with each breath. She looked even more beautiful in the morning light, her features delicate yet alluring. I knew I shouldn't have had that last drink, but the way she looked at me with desire in her eyes was too enticing to resist.
"Good morning," I said softly, not wanting to wake her. "What's your name?"
She stirred, opening one eye lazily. "Fortune. But you can call me Foxy."
I couldn't help but smile. "Well Foxy, what happened last night?"
She stretched, her body pressing against me deliciously. "Let's just say I fulfilled your deepest fantasies."
I gulped, feeling my heart race. I didn't know what the future held, but for now, I was exactly where I wanted to be - in bed with a stunning woman and the promise of more adventures to come.
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