Here’s one that we got our hot little hands on a touch too late. We got all steamy under the collar when we first saw it and then had our high hopes deflated like a bunch of horny teenage virgins interupted by the fuzz when we realised that it had been published elsewhere (damn you, Wes… damn you to hell) and kind of gave up on it. But you know what? After much burning of the midnight oil we thought, “damn it, she’s just too bloody smokin’ to not punch her dance card (do you punch dance cards? Note to self: buy a nice dress and get out more often) and let her take a turn around Pipeburn’s firey dancehall. So here she is. Wicked, isn’t she?
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