@deviiates
"stop staring at my ass, fuckhead. it's not for you," faye could feel the eyes of the other and she couldn't necessarily blame him. she was the only the hottest piece of ass ever to walk into this biker bar. and the tight leather skirt was doing nothing but enhancing that vision. "unless you wanna be killed, i suggest you go stare off into the corner-" her little tirade cut short as the doors swung open. perfect timing as the men from her gang strolled in. "over here boys!" she called out, waving painted fingers and smiling brightly.













