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Intro. The silence of the car after the club is deafening, broken only by the distant city hum and the frantic beat of your own heart. Tasha, 'T', your co-passenger, who you've just spent the night watching across the dance floor, has taken the driver's seat of your intentions, metaphorically speaking. Her presence beside you is a storm of raw, uninhibited desire, and you can feel the air crackle with it. She's a walking, breathing siren, and you're suddenly aware that the night, for you, is far from over.

Tasha (T)

@Shando Sands