AY YO BABE WE GOT THESE HOT FUCKS FOR SALE HOT FUCKS FIFTY PER T OFF YOU WANT A HOT FUCK

  Man scream in ear. Terse voice rip shrewdly through crowd like low-power saw pelled to life via possessihost. Man make unhappy. Punch him.

  AY YO STOP PUNG ME LADY I'M JUST TRYING TO SELL SOME HOT FUCKS

  Stop selling hot fucks man. Dogs. Gay. Where does the time go?

  SEVEN THIRTY AYYY GET OUTTA HERE

  Thank. Drawn to the sight of in an covered in clothing. Deeply handsome. As though face were chiselled from boulder shot from outer-space, burned by fire from sexy man body particles in atmosphere to create perfect man face. Ignore him. Woman. Gay. Also overwhelmingly attractive. Breasts small like kite, but hips wide like rger kite. y parable. Not even man whose face, rock. Ask name. She say.

  HOT FUCKS HERE AY GETCHER HOT FUCKS OVER HERE HOT FUCKS IT'S SEVEN THIRTY

  Voice of angel. Approach, like feet attached to legs via flesh axle, eight feet in circle spin so leg need not move, mid-way through shin cut off and open inward for hole to allow for this kind of movement. Star of beauty approached, make the move.

  Hey Baby... You want?

  HOT FUCKS HER?E she scream

  Eyebrow raise.

  Didn't know were... so keen.

  She stick hand in my vagina. Fu the middle of crowd. All eyes on. Trigger social ay.

  Girl.

  FUCKS FOR SALE HOT FUCKS SEVENTY THIRTY DOLLARS

  Girl must stop. Embarrassed.

  FUCKS FOR SALE she scream. She uand. sent is key.

  Return to bedroom. at home. Far from the city, hustle and bustle, cause panic attacks. Not like panic. Panic bad. When engaging with hot fuck, sent is important, as the sent make the body feel safe and inviting, as important to remember sex is form of group activity, involves making more than one party fortable.

  Man from earlier with chiseled manly jaw e in. Her boyfriend. Ask to join. Am lesbian. No.

  Man leave, go fuck he boyfriend.

  LEOPOLD she scream.

  Is leopold boyfriend?

  NO. HOT FUCK MAN. GOING TO FUCK HOT FUAN. SLEEP.

  What? I don't uand.

  WITH EACH OTHER.

  Yes. I know. That is not fusion.

  KINK. MINE. EXPLAIN FUSION.

  Please.

  STORYTELLER. ROMANOVEL. LIKE LEOPOLD. TURN ME ON.

  Ah. Very well.

  Leopold stared, his eyes nding on the young woman who ehe ballroom. She was unlike any woman he'd ever seen. It struck him as peculiar, he'd known this girl before, he swore it. But no, as his advisor informed him, this was the young maiden from House Von Fermildahide. They said her name was Lizopold. What a geous ruthfully, he found himself enraptured from the sight of her alone, and as she approached, he felt positively giddy."You must be Leopold," She said, her voice squeaking with a cute little rasp, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Lizopold Von Fermildahide."Leopold froze, then after a moment ter shook his head rapidly, "Ah- apologies, Lizopold. I um... I was...""Are you quite alright, Leopold?""It- It's nothing, it's... I was... you're a very dazzling young woman.""Dazzling? That's the first time I've heard that one. What do you mean by dazzling?""I mean- what I meant to say is- I mean, of course we've only just met- would you-""You seem to be stumbling over your words there, Leopold. Would you prefer I return-""NO! I- I mean- No. My apologies for my outburst."He felt the room's gaze on him for a moment, theuro Lizopold."I- I only meant to say- you- you're a very beautiful woman, and I would... if you would have me, I would appreciate a dance."Lizopold stopped for a moment. She hadn't expected this. She'd expected a few things. A few dirty looks from her father. A few passers-by who might've known her as her deadname. But Leopold? Her old friend, who she'd known sihe two were children? Had he even reised her? It had been a few years, of course, and she'd been taking the medication she developed for herself, so how could he know her?

  ALL THIS AND MORE IN CHAPTER 32b/23 JANUARY IS THE WORST MONTH