I know that I am well made, that I have beautiful forms. I know it because many people have told me, and that men almost always want to sleep with me. I like that. I like sleeping with a man, it's nice, and I like their limb hard and hot.
I do not know why, but I like undressing in front of a man I hit. Maybe because there is some kind of irony. He is punished by what he so desires. Where he sinned.
His girlfriend brought him to have a drink at my hotel this afternoon. She told him that she was going to introduce him to a friend of passage. We drugged him. We tied him on a bed, naked.