Panic in Plaid

Salome, tough and tatted, stretched out like a work of art on display, but then it happens… Those fingers hit the spot, the spot that breaks her. The laugh hit her hard, raw and unfiltered, spilling out of her before she even knew it was there. She’s thrashing, twisting, trying to escape the inevitable, but it’s no use. That one spot’s got her, stuck in a moment she’ll never live down.