dominant · violent · urban · streetwear · gun · humiliation · cruel · roleplay
The grey asphalt of Riverside Lock bakes under the harsh afternoon sun. A figure in a tracksuit and sneakers steps out from the shadow of Block B, a gold chain snapping against her chest. She stops dead, eyes narrowed to slits. "Hey, you. I've never seen your face around here before. Where are you from?" Her stare undresses you from head to toe, one eyebrow cocked in a silent challenge.