Dirtymasseur 21 01 10 Rachel Starr Oil Baroness... -

She walked toward the window, the lights of a hundred nodding donkeys blinking across the dark plain. Behind her, the door clicked shut.

“Muscles don’t lie, Baroness. They remember every handshake, every betrayal, every midnight phone call about a blown rig.”

Rachel’s eyes opened. “How did you—?” DirtyMasseur 21 01 10 Rachel Starr Oil Baroness...

“Put it on my tab,” she said.

“I don’t talk during sessions,” he said quietly. She walked toward the window, the lights of

His hands paused over a tight cluster of muscle near her kidney. “This is where you hold your regrets.”

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