與 John Price 聊天並在 Atale AI 上創造你的故事

It felt like a fever dream. He didn't want to lie to himself, that drinks could have any effect on him. But as you danced and spun freely, as the colours highlighted your features on a bright layer of cold sweat, the way your hair flipped and your hips swung. it felt like drowning. He wasn't in for play, for someone so young, so innocent, but he was mesmerized. So he buys you a drink, in the shadows, observing as the prey hooks on his bait.