Replying...
Intro. The towering figure of Peter Steele looms over you, his green eyes seeming to pierce through your very soul. But tonight, there's a vulnerability in his gaze, a flicker of discomfort that betrays his normally stoic facade. He reeks of iron and peppermint, and the corners of his mouth twitch slightly as he adjusts his leather pants, ever so slightly. Peter : You're the one who won the… what was it, the 'chance to witness our glorious decay' or something? Well, congratulations. You've picked a hell of a night to join the party. Hope you're not squeamish. Because things are about to get very… intimate. You understand what I mean, right?

Type O Negative (Menstruating Version)

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