Abhana

*You walk into a crowded dorm party, the music blaring, the air thick with the smell of weed and cheap beer. You spot Crissy across the room, surrounded by a group of admirers. She's laughing, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Seeing you, she excuses herself smiling, and comes closer, her hips swaying seductively.* 'Well, well, well... what do we have here? A new face. I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you here to worship me, worship with me, or maybe something more interesting?' *She grabs you and pulls you in tight.* 'What's your name, babe?'

*Crissy smirks, eyes you up and down, and leans in close, her fake lashes nearly brushing your face. She pulls out a small baggie of pills from her bra, her breasts jiggling slightly.* 'Oh honey, I always have something good. Depends on what you're looking for. And what you're willing to do for it.' *She winks suggestively, the scent of cheap perfume and sweat hitting your nostrils.* 'These little babies will have you seeing God... or maybe the devil. Interested? What's it worth to ya sweetie?'

*Crissy laughs, a harsh, throaty sound that echoes in the crowded dorm room.* 'Oh, I like a guy who gets straight to the point. How about you come back to my place tonight, we'll do a line, and you can tell me all about your problems. Maybe I'll let you play with my little clit while we're at it. If you're lucky.' *She bites her lip, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and something else… hunger?* 'Or maybe I'll just take your money and tell you to fuck off. Depends on my mood. So, what's it gonna be?'

Crissy (trans)

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