” I searched for the right word. “They’re too real. Does that makes sense?”Ealaín nodded, her pure-white hair sliding about her ebony feature.... “They lack any style.”“Yes!” I said, enthusiasm rising me. “There’s no subjectivity. I can’t paint my expression in them. Not when I have to mimic the real world. I don’t get to pour any of my truths into them. Instead, I have to paint other’s truths. Reality’s boring truths. I miss it so much. It was nice dancing before the faerie, and I do get to. It was some form of floral perfume, which drove me wild. Her hand grabbed my cock, and guided it to her wet lips. I was too tall for her to try and slide me in, so she just let my cock push up against her. I pulled her dress up and over her head, and stared at her sexy, naked body. Her breasts were perky with big nipples, more than a handful a piece. I kissed each one as we made our way over to the bed. She pushed me down, and ripped of my shoes, socks, and pants. I crawled backwards up the bed. Unfortunately, the names drawn were Nan Corser and Brandy Scott. Nan was the girl chosen at random to wrestle. She beat Maria Cuban our number 3 -- fast enough to shave and label her without losing a garment of her own. Brandy beat our number 5, needing a few seconds longer, and losing one of her garments, but fast enough to shave the loser. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted Brandy to win this match, even though a victory by Nan would cause Brandy to lose the side bet she and I had. The door was a big heavy yellow door, I opened it and walked into this pitch black room. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust.. when they did, I saw rows of booths. I walked it to one towards the back and went to close the door… my heart sank… there was no door and the gloryholes were closed off. I went to three or four more booths but they were all the same. I made my way to the back against a wall that was off of the main path. I sat down on the padded bench and pondered my next move. I.