The door closed behind them, and the world outside ceased to exist.
The sound of it—that soft, final click—reverberated through Lira's bones like a death knell and a birth cry all at once. She stood in the center of the cabin, naked and trembling, her bare feet pressed against the rough-hewn floorboards, and she felt the weight of the moment settle over her like a second skin.
My only goal tonight is to get soakin' wet and get paid for every single drop I make. But here's the catch if you think I can make you wet, then you better be ready to cash me out. I'm talkin' messy, sloppy, tongue-twistin', back-archin', sheets-soakin' nasty. You feel that pulse? That's me workin' you 'til you're drippin' proof. So tell me—am I makin' you wet yet? 'Cause if I am, you know the price. Pay up, or shut up and watch me drown in it.
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