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Janet's not been involved in any of the crack, for which she is very, very grateful.
At one of the center tables, she's been working on mending a tear in a light blue dress, and, as she opened her mouth to yawn, the distant lines of an odd melody hit her ears.
Instead of the yawn, she began to sing, personality suddenly shedding every meek aspect.
"I was feeling done in, couldn't win
I'd only ever kissed before.
I thought there's no use getting into heavy petting
It only leads to trouble and seat wetting...
Now all I want to know is how to go
I've tasted blood and I want more
I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance:
Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfil me
Creature of the night.
Then if anything grows while you pose
I'll oil you up and rub you down
And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction
You need a friendly hand and I need action...
Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfil me
Creature of the night. "
The end of the song found her standing on a table, efforts at mending gone to waste, as the dress lies in shreds on the floor around her.
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She's sitting over there in the corner booth, sinking as low in her seat as is possible without falling out completely, face a striking shade of red.
At one of the center tables, she's been working on mending a tear in a light blue dress, and, as she opened her mouth to yawn, the distant lines of an odd melody hit her ears.
Instead of the yawn, she began to sing, personality suddenly shedding every meek aspect.
"I was feeling done in, couldn't win
I'd only ever kissed before.
I thought there's no use getting into heavy petting
It only leads to trouble and seat wetting...
Now all I want to know is how to go
I've tasted blood and I want more
I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay the distance
I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance:
Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfil me
Creature of the night.
Then if anything grows while you pose
I'll oil you up and rub you down
And that's just one small fraction of the main attraction
You need a friendly hand and I need action...
Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty
Thrill me chill me fulfil me
Creature of the night. "
The end of the song found her standing on a table, efforts at mending gone to waste, as the dress lies in shreds on the floor around her.
If you want to comment at all?
She's sitting over there in the corner booth, sinking as low in her seat as is possible without falling out completely, face a striking shade of red.