Post-Masquerade | Male73 & FSlave24
Josephine had lost count on how many drinks she’d actually had. Not that she was usually keeping track. But tonight she had to prove a point … that there was no one in this fucking city capable of outdrinking her. But if that was actually the case, she wondered as to why this bloody tosser was still standing. They had left the ball a while ago and Josephine had ridded herself of the long dress somewhere along the way, now wearing his jacket over her bra as well as the short underskirt that the House had provided her with. “I still won …” she insisted as she stumbled forward, remembering her aching feet which resulted in her kicking off her heels without further contemplation.







