dressed like your favorite goth gf, soaked like a Victorian ghost, and now everything is wet except for my impulse control . ribbed for my pleasure allegedly— but let’s be honest, you’re the one who’s about to lose concentration and control. Messy, slippery, a little unhinged, and 100% intentional. You know me. Hit play. Hydrate. Try not to fall in love. and be warned there are no save points from here