You Taste Like Trouble To Me...
“Baby girl, I had the BEST night!”
Desperate to sober her family member up, Lotte’s dark gaze found a cup, and she quickly filled it with water from behind the counter. Returning to her aunt’s side, she couldn’t help but wince at the giant bruise forming at the base of the woman’s incredibly long neck. Guilt immediately washed over her - Lotte had, in fact, gone to the club. She saw her Aunt dancing on some table, making a fool of herself, and then quickly left in the arms of a biker named Chris… Her own Chris Cringle. It wasn’t as if Lotte had a particular fetish for older men, or Santa Claus. It was just that her birthday fell 5 days after Christmas, and both tended to be a bust for her. W
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