Smille, Smille (1) Clubhouse, Blood Night. The moment they kicked the door open, a thick stench of orgies and biting heat washed over them. Most of the people here looked bisexual. “Disgusting.” Inside the iron cage, bald men with heavy makeup were putting on a show in outfits made of leather straps. The Hunters focused on the red liquor sitting...
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