21 cards is all that’s needed to get you fucked up and drained. One card for sniffs, the next for breathe holds. Back and forth, sniffing, holding, stroking. Paired with my perfect body in a shiny bodysuit, there’s no way you could ever resist. I know how that bottle makes you feel. How it makes you weak, how it makes you stroke. You have it in you, stroke slut? Or will you before your last inhale?