My introduction to Ascent’s monthly Fetish Night was to have Derick tug my shirt off over my head, press a leather chest harness into my hands and point me in the direction of the bar.
Sudden-but, okay. I could take things in stride.
I was still fiddling with the harness straps when Rusty wandered
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I mean. Um.
...you know what? I'll be over here, in my bunk. Later I think I'll leave coherent review.
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