Fresh Karat - Gothique

It’s Friday night at Tao, and the rules of the game have long since been ordained. She is a predator of sorts, and she is on the prowl. The floor is packed with ink-marked bodies, opalescent faces, and smoky eyes. Sweet but equally nefarious, she is a walking paradox. With her lithe figure and contrasting flood of never-ending hair, tamed only by her FK headwrap that perfectly frames her flawless face, she attracts devoted admires with merely a glance from her feline eyes. She absentmindedly grazes her ips with her tongue, and joins the crowd to commence her almost-harmless wickedness.