<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">(Miren Baines post) </span><br/><br/>The room came into focus and as the endorphins and neurons were becoming ‘massaged’, the details were a lot more enhanced. It was night time as patches of dark could be seen from open blind slits barely visible over the dark purple drapery and hanging blood red drapes that were tied back with gold colored rope. The walls were also in a maroon color as there was a large wall mirror with a complete set of perfumes, make-up essentials, beauty products, and a rich midnight blue robe draped over a Victorian era looking lounge chair. Quinn on the outside was wearing jeans and heels but soon another sensation arose in her senses and she found her self in a highly expensive baby doll outfit with the smell of champagne and cherries lingering around her presence. Quin would feel quite comfortable as she was barefoot and felt the extremely soft fur rug that was set underneath and behind her, a large imperial queen sized bed with thick 1000 thread count body pillows, layers of sheets, blankets, and white drapery that were tucked back along the four bed posts, commonly known as a tropics boutique bed with an old style roof up above.<br/><br/>The night stand by the luxurious bed had a filled ice bucket with multiple wines and an assortment of ordurves – along with a menu consisting of aphrodisiacs both mild and highly potent, separated by their pill color and accompanied with narcotics paraphernalia to help along with the digestion process, either turning it into a fine powder to inhale or liquid form to shoot within one’s vein.<br/><br/>Quinn was also pantyless but before she could inquire about it, a knock was heard from the door to the left her. A man nearly 6”0 tall walked in with a broad chest, cut exterior, and an expensive gang tattoo that covered half of his left breast and trailed over his left shoulder like a hanging Japanese style dragon. He was shirtless as if he had just gotten out of the bathroom and tossed his collared shirt onto a chaise lounge that had a pile of his other clothing laying upon it. The man’s steel blue eyes looked her over, as he retied his jet black hair back into a pony tail.<br/><br/>“ I heard this place was top tier…,” he said as he got close to her, the smells of masculine cologne emanated from a freshly showered skin surface with noticeable water beads on his chest. The man lifted an impressive arm that was also patterned in tattoos and slid his palm along Quinn’s left neck ridge. The slide of his massive palm ended at the lower end of her cheek ridge as his thumb gently stroked the bottom tip of her ear. “ And it looks like it's pretty much a true statement…,” the man pressed her firmly against one of the thick bed posts that ran all the way up to the roof attachment and shimmied his free arm up her right thigh, cupping his open palm behind Quinn’s right derrière and gave it a good strong pop with a flick from his wrist before he fully groped her.<br/><br/>“ Very nice…,” he said roughly inspecting her physic, “ Name’s Blaine --- Kyle Blaine…they call you Nora?,” he then asked as he turned her head to the side, bending low to trace his lips upon her exposed left neck line and breathing in her perfume.<br/><br/>“ It been a long journey Nora,” he then said, “ Im in need a good fucking --- mind of I borrow this amazing ass and what you have to offer between those thighs? It will be worth the pleasure spiked with a bit of pain..,”<br/><br/>The touch. The senses. The environment. They were all amplified as if she could feel his lungs and heart pumping the very blood that was keeping him alive. Blaine looked deep into Quinn and gently blew a breath of air upon her inner ear.<br/><br/>“ Just say yes please…,” was his hushed whisper, “ Or say no you can't --- the fight in you would be rewarded…,”<br/><br/>Blaine began to roughly butterfly kiss her neck while using his mass to pin her against the post.