Once upon a time there was a warm & witty young lady named Nathalie Rose.
A traveler at heart, she had grown weary of her ivory-tower in Toronto
(she was an accomplished student, you see) and yearned to feel the fresh salty ocean air sweep over her lean, taut dancer's body once again.
To her surprise, along came a white knight. Cute and thoughtful, complimentary and seductive. His name was PERB.
"Come away to Vancouver, you majestic maiden!" he cried from the mountain tops. "I'll show you a good time" said the twinkle in his eye.
Nathalie couldn't resist.
After directing him to her personal website, msnathalierose.com, the 5'7" auburn bombshell donned her finest Christian Louboutins,
slid her black stockings up her creamy white thighs, and mounted his noble steed.
Together they galloped into the night, finally arriving at an unmarked, yet tastefully maintained doorway in a quiet side street.
Design was very important to Nathalie; she appreciated careful and artistic craftsmanship.
A soft vibration could be felt through the ground now, and Nathalie felt her excitement rise at the promise of what awaited her on the other side.
"Come in..." whispered a mysterious woman, and PERB led the way.
The wildest of wet dreams could not have painted such a picture. No university course,
no TLC reality show could have prepared her for the libidinous world of wonder she had discovered.
"A Kir Royal for the lady!" commanded PERB, however politely, to a curiously underdressed woman before tipping her generously.
The buxom server leaned in close. "Welcome to Brandi's Exotic Show Lounge", she whispered. "We've been expecting you".
Nathalie smiled knowingly, slowly crossing her long, strong legs, lifting her champagne glass to her wet lips.
And as legend has it, Nathalie was never seen again, though local folklore tells of the click-clack of high-heeled shoes, stepping confidently down the hallowed halls.
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A traveler at heart, she had grown weary of her ivory-tower in Toronto
(she was an accomplished student, you see) and yearned to feel the fresh salty ocean air sweep over her lean, taut dancer's body once again.
To her surprise, along came a white knight. Cute and thoughtful, complimentary and seductive. His name was PERB.
"Come away to Vancouver, you majestic maiden!" he cried from the mountain tops. "I'll show you a good time" said the twinkle in his eye.
Nathalie couldn't resist.
After directing him to her personal website, msnathalierose.com, the 5'7" auburn bombshell donned her finest Christian Louboutins,
slid her black stockings up her creamy white thighs, and mounted his noble steed.
Together they galloped into the night, finally arriving at an unmarked, yet tastefully maintained doorway in a quiet side street.
Design was very important to Nathalie; she appreciated careful and artistic craftsmanship.
A soft vibration could be felt through the ground now, and Nathalie felt her excitement rise at the promise of what awaited her on the other side.
"Come in..." whispered a mysterious woman, and PERB led the way.
The wildest of wet dreams could not have painted such a picture. No university course,
no TLC reality show could have prepared her for the libidinous world of wonder she had discovered.
"A Kir Royal for the lady!" commanded PERB, however politely, to a curiously underdressed woman before tipping her generously.
The buxom server leaned in close. "Welcome to Brandi's Exotic Show Lounge", she whispered. "We've been expecting you".
Nathalie smiled knowingly, slowly crossing her long, strong legs, lifting her champagne glass to her wet lips.
And as legend has it, Nathalie was never seen again, though local folklore tells of the click-clack of high-heeled shoes, stepping confidently down the hallowed halls.
...
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