Jimm stepped cautiously into the crimson-colored room. Perfume hung heavy in the air, as if in an attempt to cover up another smell. Like flowers over a...

"Hello Judas" the soft lips parted and purred.

...corpse

"Hey how's it going." Jimm was attempting to keep it strictly business.

"What can I do...to help you?" The mistress of night smirked.

"I need information, about bloodsuckers." [Just keep your mind off her tits. Don't look at her she's built for lust. She's gonna try and seduce you, DON'T FUCKING LET HER!]

"Well, to get that kind of information, you're going to have to work it out of me..." she whispered as she slithered to the edge of her large, soft bed.

Jimm looked down at her big dark eyes, only to see the tented material at the crotch of his pants.

[Sigh] thought Jimm, [My dick can be a real fuckin' dick sometimes...]

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[FOR EXAMPLE OF WHAT A GREAT EPIC WRITING/ART PROJECT LOOKS LIKE, LOOK AT PROJECT LOA ]


As Always,
The Social Syphilis