"Ariana, You're a Hooker"; Case #1

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[Finally. She'd be sure to give him a good evening, too; she wanted to keep the possibility open for future outlets.

She led him into the guest room, nudging him to take to the bed before she did.]

Are you a lights on or off kind of man?

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[greatest_rival]

[And so he does, taking a seat somewhat awkwardly on the edge of the bed.]

...It doesn't really matter.

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Then I'll keep them on. I like to see.

[Oh hoh hoh. She starts to remove her shirt. There's a little bit of pudge on her middle - leftovers from the pregnancy - but she's exercised plenty enough to keep herself at the very least to a Marilyn Monroe figure.]

I really don't like how this artist draws his eyes...

[greatest_rival]

[That's okay, he likes curves. Even so, his face is still tinted the same color as his hair, which intensifies as more skin is exposed. Despite the whole sex thing, he's hesitant to reach out and touch her, no matter how gorgeous she is.

So instead, he follows her lead and begins to shed clothing as well, starting with his sunglasses. He has to squint and blink a few times after they're removed, thanks to the sudden increase in light flooding his eyes, but they adjust quickly enough.]

it's cool bro it's hard to find any good Ariana art out there that isn't just BAMF

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[Ari grins, teasingly sliding her skirt down, revealing her black and red lingerie. Without taking off her heels, she closes in, putting her hands on his shoulders, her knee in between his legs, and placing a kiss right on his lips, smearing her red lipstick.]