in this ever-spinning playground (open)

Ingrid

”Who’s to say I’m not getting fucked?”
“Right, sure you are. Because hitting on somebody’s fiancé just screams ‘I’m getting all the dick I want.’”
When he said alcohol didn’t really do anything for him, she felt her face flush with embarrassment. Oh fuck, whoops. Forgot that can happen. “Want drugs instead?” she offered. Not that she actually had any, but she was pretty sure she could find some.

What fucking priests have you been talking to? she wondered, her writer hoping that Caido was one of those places where priests didn’t sexually abuse small children. ”Would you call me a deviant?” she asked, grinning. ”I mean, it depends. Is eating mac n’ cheese topped with whipped cream a perverted idea?” In her defense, she’d only done that once.

"Shrine Ho"