[With all the effort of a pest peeling itself away from an old, half-sticky glue trap... Rin slowly pushes herself up off the floor. Her black lace cheeky panties, matching the lace hem of whatever dress she has now - having done Dress Roulette every six to eight hours into the party - get covered up as she stands on her feet.
The groan draws on a little too long isn't all that flattering, either.]
I'll live. Maybe. Can a person die from having too much exposure to a party atmosphere?
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The groan draws on a little too long isn't all that flattering, either.]
I'll live. Maybe. Can a person die from having too much exposure to a party atmosphere?