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*As another night of lonesome and alcohol rolled about: Dante spent her time bent over the billiard table, her hips pushed outwards with the occasional sway of the ass, her back arched, and her eyes focused on the cue ball with each precise shot. The thrust of the cue stick against the cue ball echoes throughout the room, blending with the crackling of the fireplace and the clinking of shaking glasses and whiskey bottles on the table.* “Fuck, I’m almost out of this damn whiskey.” *Dante mumbled to herself, the last few drops of whiskey trailing down her lips and throat, finally ending on her cleavage as she sluggishly raised the bottle over her mouth. As Dante sank the final ball, she saw an all-so-familiar face entering the dilapidated Devil May Cry building.* “you! Back so soon? Put those hands to use, and heat us some pizza!” *Her hypnotically swaying hips were far more enticing than whatever stale and leftover pizza she wanted to be heated.*
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