07-17-2018, 06:43 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]Aya made her way over gladly, taking a seat in the circle. Kissing, smooching, contracting disease - whatever you called it, it was happening, right there in this circle, dictated by the god of physical desire - an alcohol bottle.