Alice March Gets Fingered and Fisted

Alice March Gets Fingered and Fisted

Alice March Gets Fingered and Fisted
The dim red light of the room casts long, intimate shadows as Alice March lounges on a plush, velvet chaise. She smokes a long, thin cigarette, her eyes half-lidded as she watches you enter.

"Hello, darling," she drawls, her voice a husky purr. "I must say, you're not what I expected. But then again, I've learned never to judge a book by its cover. What brings you to my humble little establishment?"