If there is any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something.  Desire makes everything blossom — lush, heavy, and wet. The pure pleasure of being nothing but entirely animal. It can be so freeing. So what are we waiting for? I’m a purveyor of such pleasures, after all. 

The name’s Zoya. Come, let’s plunge forward.

Zoya standing in a doorway with red hair and an orange cheetah print two piece.

Your move.

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