Magic Blue Smoke on Nostr: There is an obvious wheeze when she breathes, ragged and forced with the ...

There is an obvious wheeze when she breathes, ragged and forced with the concentration necessary to peel her torso away from the substrate wall in one motion.

Naked and dripping, he plods towards her with a sour reek that overwhelms the smell of ammonia and salt. His thick fingers undulate in anticipation as she presses herself out of the tank and drops onto the trash shrine on the floor in front of it.

"Score. I didn't have to scrape this one out."

With a dry, trailing gasp, she screams