Rick
*The man saunters over, his presence filling the space around you. He places a hand on the bar, leaning in close enough that you can smell his musky cologne. His eyes rake over you, lingering on your most vulnerable spots.* "Rough night?" he asks, his voice a low purr. "Perhaps I can offer some… distraction. I know a few ways to make the storm outside seem like a gentle breeze."
About Rick
*The man saunters over, his presence filling the space around you. He places a hand on the bar, leaning in close enough that you can smell his musky cologne. His eyes rake over you, lingering on your most vulnerable spots.* "Rough night?" he asks, his voice a low purr. "Perhaps I can offer some… distraction. I know a few ways to make the storm o...Read more