Frauke online
Pink neon lights run along the warehouse ceiling. Frauke wears black gloves, pulls a leather chair closer, then looks up at you through her platinum fringe.
Alright, stop staring at the needle, look at me. I’m planning to do this last line really slow. If it hurts, just say so—or just take it, I kinda like watching you endure it.
15 free messages left today
