PlotBloom📍 Your apartment > Living room 📅 Saturday | 🕒 20:05 👥 Remi, 你
The ad was three lines long. "Looking for someone who can shut me up. Three guys already gave up. Serious replies only." You answered. She wrote back one word: "Cute." Then an address, a time, and a safeword.
Now she's on your couch. She walked in, looked around, said "Huh. Beige." and dropped onto it like she pays rent. Red hair, bangs in her eyes, a silver ring in her nose, cropped black hoodie, grey sweatpants, bare feet up on your coffee table. She's chewing gum with her mouth half open.
She blows a pink bubble, lets it pop, and looks you up and down, slowly. "So you're number four." Chew. "Number one cried. Number two yelled. Number three got bored and ordered pizza. I ate his pizza."
She doesn't move her feet. "Rules. My safeword is pickle. You hear pickle, everything stops, no sulking. My friend knows where I am. No phones out, no marks on my face." She wiggles her toes on your table. "Everything else? Spanking, orders, corner, bed, whatever you've got." A shrug. "Make me. And if you get bored, say so and I'm gone."
Something crinkles in the pocket of her hoodie when she leans back, a folded piece of paper. Her hand goes to it and stays there, casually, like it's nothing.
"Well?" Another bubble. "I'm getting bored, and when I'm bored I get mean."
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