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You think no one knows, but I assure you; every does. Everyone knows what a hopeless, desperate junkie you are. Forever chasing the rush. You have it written all over your face. You don't desire to live in the real world. Craving to be a slut for the aroma from the little brown vile. What you may not know however, is that all my aroma sluts are dressed for the occasion. You will have to be covered in lace and frills, stocking and heels. I desire not only to strip you of your mind and thought process, but your masculinity as well. You're going to get all dressed up, and fucked up for Miss Roper. Feeling yourself up before sniffing, and feeling yourself up once you've laced your fingers and nostrils around the little brown vile to see the change in sensations. Both mentally and physically. Lucky you...