"Why so cheerful?" Neon wondered, watching his sister hum a song loudly as she tiptoed about the room with a vacuum cleaner, headphones on her ears, her boobs jumping up and down under her T-shirt, delightfully bra-less, unrestricted, her shorts preventing the busy DJ from sweating profusely due to her labour. The man waited for a few seconds, yawning on the couch, before he could conclude that his sister had not heard him. "What's the occasion?!" he shouted, genuinely curious as to why the spinner was so intent on cleaning up - something that she so rarely did.

"When I thoooought that I fooooought this waaar alooone~" Vinyl sang aloud, her eyes closed as she swished her ass back and forth, the vacuum cleaner groaning as it slurped up dust, gritting its non-existent teeth against the thick carpet, its long-time nemesis. "You were theeeere by my siiiiide-" Suddenly, the woman felt a hand on her shoulder. With a shriek, she dropped the cleaning device, her headphones falling off her head onto the floor, almost getting sucked in by the vacuum cleaner, until she hit the power with her foot, taking a sharp look at the intruder. Seeing the grinning form of her brother, Vinyl sighed in relief and smiled. "Oh. You're awake."

Neon nodded, waving his hand around the room, which, by now, definitely looked cleaner than before. "What's the occasion for the big wrap-up?" The man chuckled, not bothering to cover a power yawn that sent tears to his eyes. "Not that I can complain, of course."

Vinyl smiled warmly, her heart beating in her chest, joyfully, loudly, the world around her a vivid kaleidoscope of sound, her expectations higher than ever - and, of course, fear was there too - as she picked up the vacuum cleaner once again, intent on finishing her cleaning. "I'm going to a cinema with Octavia tonight," she explained with a small blush. "I... I think she'd like to drop by my place." After all, she's been here already... "I just want it to be a little cleaner."

"Ooooh~" Neon teased, rubbing his finger against Vinyl's shoulder playfully. "My little sister is having a date with a sexy cellist~" the man cooed, his finger tickling the spinner's armpit.

"Drop it!" Vinyl laughed, slapping the playful hand away. Maybe it's a date. I want it to be. Does she? "Are you done with teasing? I have some new Poets music to listen to." The DJ picked up the headphones with her free hand, War still blaring from them at top volume.

Neon lifted his brow, withdrawing his finger from the DJ's body. "I didn't know you listened to PotF." He scratched his hairy belly with a yawn, feeling that there was enough beer in the world to match his current manliness.

"Well, I do." Vinyl hung the headphones over her neck. "Octavia introduced me to the band, and I like their music now." The spinner eyed her brother with a sudden smirk. "Neon, put on a shirt." Her gaze travelled down, and all courage vanished as she noticed a certain detail, averting her eyes with a blush. "And, um, some trousers. Your, um, uh, well. You know."

"Oh." Neon looked at his crotch-pillar proudly. "You mean my morning glory?" He grinned, showing off his perfectly-white teeth, miraculously unstained by hard drinking, chain-smoking, and vigorous junk-food-eating. "I should call Maddie at once! Only my lovely woman can help me with it!"

"Neon!" Vinyl shrieked, her cheeks a dark shade of pink, her eyes shut tight in embarrassment. "Stop that!" You know I don't like penises! ...Penisi? No, it's definitely 'penises'. "Get dressed and don't get in my way while I clean up and prepare for the da- meeting with Octavia.

Neon dropped serious, opening his mouth in an unspoken question. Instead, he opted for a quiet, gravely-voiced warning. "Vinyl. I... Please, be careful. Especially with Octavia."

Vinyl looked at her brother, raising her brow. She took a step towards the silent man, pushing the vacuum cleaner away with her foot. "Nini. Do you know something about Octavia that I need to know?" Maybe... Maybe he knows she's not interested in me? Maybe... Maybe she's seeing someone?

"No." Neon let out a weak, artificial smile, quickly directing his feet towards the bathroom. "No, I don't. Never mind, just being overprotective, as always. Be right back!" With that, he slammed the door shut behind him.

Vinyl eyed the door thoughtfully and picked up the vacuum cleaner once more. Another song popped up on the shuffle, and she put on the headphones. The preparations continued.

"Yes, Mister Tummers, I am cleaning up the flat."

Octavia grabbed the wine bottle and threw it into the huge dustbin, with Mister Tummers staring at her from the bed in the bedroom/sleeping corner with his button-eyes. The cellist huffed and picked up a few pieces of wrapping paper that had once cradled a chocolate bar, placing them in the very same dustbin that she'd been dragging with her about the flat for the last couple hours. All the other rooms had already undergone a clean-up treatment; all but the most spacious, and the most rubbish-stained, one.

"No, Mister Tummers, I'm not ill." The cellist stopped in the middle of the room, wiping sweat off her brow. "I just want to clean up in case Vinyl decides to drop by tonight." Or if I drag her along. Which would be way more likely. After all, she had to make the first move: she knew about Vinyl's feelings from Neon, and Vinyl's shyness... And Vinyl didn't know that she was liked back, Octavia realised. Tangled up with the DJ's constant lack of courage and determination (even though Octavia had noticed, with some pride, that Vinyl was slowly but steadily becoming less constantly-embarrassed, at least in her presence), it most certainly amounted to the sexy spinner being unable to confess her feelings to Octavia. If Neon wasn't pulling my leg, Octavia thought as she shifted to the closet-case, quickly deciding against using a vacuum cleaner. Why would he? Vinyl is his sister. He wouldn't toy with something like that. "Right, Mister Tummers?"

The bear kept staring at the cellist emotionlessly. "Right," Octavia nodded. "I think that, if all goes well, I'm going to ask her out tonight. After all..." She paused, looking around. Both devil Octavia and angel Octavia seemed to have taken a short trip to the Bahamas. "I think she knows, deep inside, that it's a date." Octavia chewed on her lip, eyeing the catatonic plush bear. "I do."

The cellist tugged at her sweaty sports bra, taking it off with one swift motion. Time for a bath. Octavia proceeded calmly to the bathroom, taking off her pants on the way, tossing them away with one hand. Getting into the bath, she let the tap run, pressing her back against the cold back of the oval object. By force of habit, her hands made their way to her nethers, which, Octavia realised in surprise, were not soaking wet at the thought of the hot DJ, but remained fairly unaroused.

That's because it's different, the cellist thought with some pleasant amusement. Back when Vinyl was merely the object of her sexual fantasies, a wild boob-fuelled longing, it was different. Now, however... Now I really do have some feelings for her. Octavia smiled, purring in delight as the water level hit her waist, her whole body shivering in pleasure. God, I really do have to ask her out tonight. Hope she says yes.

With that, Octavia closed her eyes and let the tap run.

"Well, that's the place."

Vinyl circled the car around in the underground parking place, trying to find a lot her huge sports car could occupy. Octavia marvelled at how she'd improved. Must have been taking driving lessons, she mused as Vinyl took a skilful (and not entirely legal) U-turn. "Hehe, looks more like a maze than a place," the spinner chuckled at her remark. Octavia deadpanned, holding back a fierce facepalm. Now if only her puns could improve too...

Finally, Vinyl had managed to park the car on the second try, and leant to the right, opening up the door. Mirroring her, Octavia leant to the left, opening the door to the passenger seat, and got out of the vehicle, breathing in the stale air of the parking. She closed her eyes, analysing the smell by habit, quickly, subconsciously.

"What do you smell?" Octavia turned her head to Vinyl, raising her brow at the question. The spinner stared at her intently, locking up the car. "What do you smell, Octavia? You told me you could smell many things I could not. I want to know," she practically begged as the two women made their way towards the nearest entrance to the enormous entertainment centre.

"Well," Octavia began, slowing her pace. "The air here is very stale. There's the smell of burning petrol, and recently-changed oil." She took a deep sniff, approaching the entrance with the spinner by her side. "The scent of moss and grime from the walls."

"How does grime smell?" Vinyl wondered, walking through the glass doors into the hive of the centre, the marching tantrum of soles beating against the floor in disorderly disarray, the chaos of voices floating in the air.

"Um..." Octavia blushed a little, following her friend inside. "Grimy," she admitted, unsure what word to use. She checked the fly of her jeans automatically, as well as the buttons on her blue shirt, taking a prim, presentable pose. "What do you hear?" she asked suddenly, prompting Vinyl to look at her in surprise. "All I can hear is the constant buzz of voices. You... You must hear more, am I right?"

Vinyl nodded, making her way towards one of the lifts. However, Octavia tugged her on the hand, right next to where her long-sleeve ended, and shook her head, pointing at the far end of the floor. "I... There's a lot of sound. Feet marching on the floor - boots, shoes, high-heels. All of them. The chatter. It's hard to make it out." Vinyl winced. "They're talking about shopping and household issues. Children are begging for toys. I can hear a father slap his child." Just like mine. The spinner followed the cellist past various shops, to which, she made a mental note, she had to pay a visit. Battle the shyness, devil Vinyl reminded her. She glanced at the other shoulder. Angel Vinyl merely shrugged. Battle the shyness... nicely? "Can we go shopping?" she asked suddenly, a simple conversation with Octavia putting her at ease.

The cellist smiled with a gracious nod. "Sure thing, Vinyl." Every girl loves shopping, she reminded herself with a tiny grin. Maybe, just maybe, some good shopping would make Vinyl open up a little more? "Right after the film."

The two women walked into the spacious movie theatre, filled with neon illumination and a corner beer joint and a set of arcade machines and a billiards table and an ice hockey and what-not. A whole carousel of colour and entertainment. Vinyl joined the small queue, next to Octavia, casting a glance at Octavia as she watched the air hockey table with longing. Nini and I used to play it all the time...

"Two tickets for Love me Tender," Octavia said to the cashier, fishing out her wallet. Vinyl tried to protest, but the cellist pressed her index finger against the DJ's lips, making her any possible remark cease. The film is a romance, Vinyl thought, butterflies roaring in her stomach. She pressed a finger against my lips. The DJ smiled shyly. If that's not a date, I don't know what it is. It must be attraction.

Grabbing the tickets, Octavia looked about the room, noticing the huge clock adorning the far wall. "We still have about fifteen minutes," she observed, catching Vinyl's longing look at the arcade corner with a smile. Come on, Vinyl. Ask me. It's not that hard, she encouraged Vinyl mentally.

Vinyl took a deep breath. "Uh, Octavia, would you like to play some air hockey with me?" she blurted out in nearly a single sentence. God, if that's how I ask her for a game, how do I gather up the courage to ask her out?

Octavia smirked, rubbing her hands. "I thought you'd never ask."

"I can't believe you beat me."

Octavia laughed as the two women left the cinema, Vinyl shaking her head in disbelief. "We've spent two hours watching the film and you're still all tangled up about that?" The cellist threw over her shoulder the empty bag that once held popcorn into a nearby dustbin. "It's as if you have never lost a game." The cellist smiled in delight, noticing that the shy spinner had indeed eased up a little.

"I've never lost an air hockey game," Vinyl admitted, walking by Octavia's side along some jewellery shops that held no interest to her. "Even Neon could never beat me." The musicians passed a Japanese restaurant full of people stuffing their stomaches with ill-rotten sushis.

"He's your elder brother," Octavia reasoned, looking around curiously, her eyes never lingering on the crowd of people about them. "Maybe he just went easy on you." But he's not gonna go easy on me, the cellist reminded herself. But I'm not gonna do anything bad to you, Vinyl. We're just gonna have nice, kinky sex. With lots of spanking and latex. "Do you like latex?"

"What?" Vinyl blinked in shock, absolutely certain that she must have misheard the cellist, stopping dead in her tracks.

Oh shit I did not just say it out loud. Octavia blinked, stopping as well. Damn. Think. Brain. "What?" she asked innocently.

"What." Vinyl opened her mouth to speak. She... She did not just ask me about latex. Goddamit. Latex. That... That's kinda... um... Argh! The DJ tried to get rid of a haunting image of the sexy cellist in a full-body latex suit.

"I just asked..." Octavia took a quick look around, spotting a virtually empty karaoke bar not far from where they'd stopped, with a lonely floor sweeper acting his namesake and sweeping the floor. Bingo. "If you wanted to go sing at the karaoke over there?" The raven-haired woman pointed at the tiny establishment with her finger, smiling. Buy it buy it buy it...

"Oh, uh. Um. I..." Vinyl blushed, averting her eyes, embarrassment once more covering her. "I don't think I can sing all that well..." She rubbed the tip of her shoe against the dirt-stained pseudomarble floor. "Besides, there will be people..."

"There'll be just me," Octavia assured her, gazing into the DJ's eyes. "Only me. Will you sing for me, Vinyl?" she asked seriously, the latex issue forgotten.

Vinyl gulped, looking back into the cellist's eyes. "For you," she said with fierce determination, "I will do anything."

"Whatever makes you see, makes you believe~" Vinyl sang, the magenta of her eye fixed on Octavia, who was standing before the little improvised stage, her eyes shining with some otherworldly feeling, her mouth slightly agape, the corners of her mouth up a tiny smile.

Octavia blinked away tears that sprang to her eyes at the spinners magnificent singing. Not only was Vinyl's vocal range outstanding, her voice was sweet, and smooth as silk, a kind of high-class satin vocals, and... And she's singing to me. To the woman she likes. God. Oh God. I so want to kiss her right now. It was time, Octavia realised. Tonight. Only tonight. Tonight, she would confess her feelings to the sexy DJ. After such a performance, there could be no doubt that Vinyl had feelings for her. Either that, or the spinner just had a heavenly connection to music. Quite possibly both.

Just as the song had ended, Vinyl descended to the cellist, a small blush on her cheeks, the microphone lying on the stage in forlorn solitude. "Um... Something like that." Vinyl looked at Octavia, who could not find words to describe how impossibly awestruck she was at the DJ's performance. "I wanted to sing Carnival of Rust, but they only had Illusion and Dream, so..."

Octavia threw her arms around Vinyl's neck, pressing the wonderful woman close to her chest, holding her in a tight embrace, which, to her glee, Vinyl  clumsily returned, the spinner's heart beating in leaps and bounds. She... Oh my god. Come on, Vinyl, come on! After such a... Oh God. The spinner could not even think properly, her mind hazy, as Octavia let her go, teary-eyed and smiling, smiling, smiling. "Vinyl, it was magnificent. You have a divine voice. I..." Octavia gulped. "I could listen to you forever. Vinyl, you..." Take it slow. Take it easy, Octavia. Step by step. Very very carefully. "Not only are you the most beautiful woman I've ever met," the cellist said finally, having chosen the right words, "but you are also the most talented, the most wonderful, the cutest person in the world." With a smile at the shocked, blushing Vinyl, she added in a whisper, "You also have the cutest blush when you're embarrassed."

Vinyl tried to work her mouth in order to come up with a response, but her lips did not obey her. This is it. This is it. Oh God. She... She likes me. She really likes me. Vinyl wanted to run around in circles happily and hide under the bed at the same time. Now... What now? Octavia took a bold step forth towards the spinner in the general emptiness of the merely-decorated room, with a single stage taking up most of the establishment, a few empty tables resting peacefully around it. She... Is she going to kiss me now? What do I do? And how does she know I like her too? Am I that obvious? Vinyl's thoughts ran back and forth, spiralling, tangling up and untangling back, rushing to and fro.

"Ladies, not in my bar."

Octavia turned round sharply, only to see the floor sweeper frown at them, holding out his broom, his old bearded face bland and emotionless. "What?" she barked sharply, taking a defiant step away from Vinyl and towards the man.

"I run this place, just so you know. There's a no kissing policy in my bar," the sweeper said plainly, not moving a centimetre. "I'm one of those nasty people who still care about public decency."

Octavia huffed in sheer indignation. The nerve! The audacity! "Just so you know-"

"Just so you know," the owner/sweeper interrupted her pointedly, "I've been around longer than you have, and I know that look. Not in my backyard." He shook his head, pointing his broom at the exit. 'That' look? Vinyl thought dumbly, still unsure of what to think or feel, apart from sheer trembling in her knees at the closeness of the cellist. "You have already sung a song for free, without ordering anything, which I let slide. Now, leave. We're closing up."

Octavia took a deep breath, her face reddening with anger, her tongue ready to unleash a wave of profanity. Vinyl. Think about her. The fury popped like a toy balloon as the cellist exhaled and closed her eyes for a moment. Then, without a word, she took Vinyl by the hand and, holding her close, dragged her out of the karaoke bar, under the sad, stern look of the proprietor.

"What a douche," Octavia remarked as soon as they'd left the premises. "I hate such people."

Vinyl did not agree, nor did she disagree, as she walked alongside Octavia, passing various stores, most of them full of electronics and films. Did she... Did she really try to kiss me? Vinyl shook her head slightly. One way or another, the moment was lost, and, besides... I can't ask her. I just... can't. If Octavia was ready to make the first move, Vinyl concluded, not without shame at her shyness, let her make the first move.

"All right, let's not focus on idiots like him," Octavia said aloud, more to calm herself than to calm Vinyl. "We wanted to go shopping, didn't we?" She turned with a smile towards Vinyl, who nodded with a tiny appreciative smile. "Oh, I almost forgot!" The cellist slapped her forehead as the two women passed a bookstore filled with glass-wearing nerds queueing up to a desk: probably a signing of some fantasy novel or the like. "I need to buy a new hat for Mister Tummers!"

Vinyl almost stopped dead in her tracks, slowing down significantly. "Who is Mister Tummers?" she asked with more jealousy that she imagined she had, her mind already rummaging through the dirty drawer of possibilities.

Octavia stopped, eyeing the woman with curiosity. In a moment, she burst out in laughter. Oh my god. She is being jealous! That's sooo cute~ "Mister Tummers is my toy, a Paddington bear," the cellist explained through chuckles. "I got him for my very first birthday, and he's been with me ever since."

Vinyl squeed a little at the idea of Octavia sleeping with a plush bear, in addition to the delight at her jealousy fading away at once. "That's so cute~" she echoed Octavia's thoughts with a smile. "I would love to see him!" Vinyl resumed her walking, her feet a little springier and easier to lift.

Octavia chuckled, speeding up to catch up with the disk-spinner. "Well, I could bring-" Wait. Here. This, here, a perfect opportunity. "Actually..." Octavia smiled, making her grin just a perfect amount of sly. "Maybe you would like to drop by place tonight and see him for yourself?" And... other things. Sexy sexy things.

"I... I-I-I..." Vinyl shook a little, realising the implication. "I..." Why not? She obviously likes you, you like her. She won't hurt you. You know that. It's a perfect chance to sort out your feelings. Vinyl decided to listen to the voice of reason, for once.

The spinner smiled, nodding to the cellist. "I'd love to."

"Was that really necessary, Vinyl?"

Vinyl laughed cheerfully as she barely dragged the bags into Octavia's flat, placing them on the floor with a soft 'thud'. "Buying all their stock of scarves?" The DJ smiled to herself. "Absolutely necessary. I have to spend money somewhere, don't I?"

Octavia chuckled as well, placing her single bag next to Vinyl's. "And here I was, thinking you were shy." She walked further into the room, yawning as she cocked her head back and forth.

"Shy does not mean 'socially reclusive'," Vinyl countered, following Octavia towards the kitchen entrace. "Wow, you sure have a big penthouse flat here." Vinyl eyed the room around her with respect. "How many rooms?"

Octavia laughed softly, taking a turn into the small kitchen. "Practically, only the living room. My little sleeping corner that I call a bedroom. A nice bathroom too." The cellist extracted two mugs from the cupboard. "Tea?"

Vinyl nodded. "Sure." The DJ watched in silence as the beautiful cellist poured the sacred liquid into the mugs equally, placing them on the table, at which she took her place, following the spinner, right opposite her. Vinyl took a sip of the Earl Grey. Very good tea. Very very good tea indeed.

"I had much fun," Octavia said after a moment of pregnant silence and a sip of her tea - pleasantly warm. As nature indended. "Thank you, Vinyl."

The DJ blushed slightly, but did not break eye contact, thus scoring a little victory over her shyness, getting lost in those wonderful pools of lavender. "Thank you, Octavia. It was the best date I've ever had." Vinyl smiled. Not that I'd had any before but- Suddenly, the DJ's eyes widened as she realised what exactly she had just said. "I mean-"

"A date?" Octavia placed the mug onto the table, raising her brow quizzically, her heart beating like a hammer. Don't blow it. Don't blow it. Don't you dare blow it.

"I mean-" Vinyl could not find the right words to rectify her mistake. What mistake, though? Stupid stupid stupid! What if- Argh! The DJ wanted to bury her head in the sand like an ostrich. Only there was no sand; only Octavia's judgement.

"Vinyl, calm down," Octavia said softly, with a gentle smile. "I like you. I like you... more than a friend. I have intended for it to be a date. And I'm glad that you think so too." Vinyl began to hyperventilate, her heart leaping to her throat, her fingers trembling wildly, her knees wobbling fiercely, her head spinning and spinning and spinning. This is happening. Oh my- This is happening. Truly happening. "In fact..." Octavia's voice dropped to a whisper as she leant closer over the table to the shaking woman. "I'd love to go on many many more dates with you." She smiled, adding in an almost-silent exhale, "As your girlfriend."

Vinyl felt faint, her vision blackening, the tips of her fingers tingly. I... Dammit, I am not going to faint! She just asked me out, dammit! "I-I... I... I would love to go to more dates with you," Vinyl finally, managed to let out in a tiny voice. "As... as your girlfriend." There. I said it. I said it. The spinner began to calm down upon realising that the ground beneath her feet had not shifted away, and the sun still rose in the East and set in the West.

Octavia smiled in delight and closed her eyes. Finally. Finally. Finally! "So..." Octavia smiled. "We're dating. How about that?"

Vinyl chuckled, unable to believe her luck. "We are." I have a girfriend! I have a relationship! "So... What do we do now?"

Octavia smiled slyly as she got up and walked up to the spinner. "Now..." she whispered, pointing at her lips. "You kiss me." The panic returned to the DJ as she once began to take outrageously wrong-paced breaths, sending her head into a daze. "Or..." Octavia leant in, licking her lips. "I kiss you."

Vinyl was pretty sure she fainted for a moment when Octavia locked her lips with hers, sucking on her lower lip greedily, moaning slightly into her mouth. There was tongue, too, but Vinyl was too shy and too busy shivering in near-orgasmic glee to meet the cellist's organ with hers. Octavia broke the kiss after a few seconds, a goofy smile of satisfaction on her face. "Something like that," she parodied Vinyl with a grin.

The disk-spinner brought two fingers to her hot lips. "Wow," she said finally. "My first kiss, and... like that." Wait, I did not just say that! Now she'll think I'm a- uh!

"Not your last, that's for sure." Octavia licked her lips greedily, withdrawing from the goofy-smiling DJ. "So... Would you like to stay overnight?" And I'll fuck you senseless with a huge-

"Um..." Vinyl winced, not wanting to let the wonderful cellist (my girlfriend!) down, but at the same time... "I'm not ready for sex yet, Octavia," she said seriously. "I... I just-"

"Shh." The cellist pressed her finger against the spinner's soft lips which she'd kissed with such passion. Of course. I'll wait. For you, Vinyl, I'll wait. "I'll never do something you won't want me to do, Vinyl," Octavia said earnestly. "And I didn't mean that we have sex tonight. Just you staying overnight. With me." She quickly added, "I can sleep on the floor if you want."

Vinyl shook her head, blushing slightly. "I... Um, I wanted to sleep with you, if that's all right. Cuddle a little." Touch your ass, maybe.

Octavia smirked and gifted her girlfriend with a breezy kiss. "Let's go, then?" She turned towards the doorway, winking at Vinyl sensually.

The DJ downed her tea immediately and jumped to her feet to follow the cellist to the bedroom, where, indeed, she found a very cramped space mostly taken up by the bed, on which she instantly spotted a cute Paddington bear, his eyes replaced by buttons. "I take it that's Mister Tummers?" she asked warmly as Octavia took off her T-shirt and jeans and threw them near the bed, right onto the floor.

"The one and only." Octavia nodded with a smile, sliding under the covers after flicking off the light, deciding to stay in her underwear, lest Vinyl be embarrassed. Vinyl, however, took off her bra as well, revealing a set of perfect, ideal breasts to the cellist, who immediately scored them an eleven out of ten. And yet, the DJ swiftly put on her T-shirt, blushing slightly at the momentary display, but saying nothing. She's my girlfriend now, after all.

Vinyl slid under the covers, right into Octavia's tender embrace, feeling warm and pleasant at once. She closed her eyes, the emotional exhaustion mixing with a feeling of pleasure, delight, and achievement. Octavia was already half-snoring in some five minutes, during which Vinyl just lay happily, falling asleep gradually, her body pressed against the body of the woman she desired and... let's face it, loved so much.

"Hey, Octavia," Vinyl murmured, half-asleep, her mind content with the sheer amount of endorphines for the day. Best night ever.

"Mmhm?" the cellist called out sleepily, without opening her eyes, only pressing the spinner into her chest even tighter.

"You asked if I liked latex." Vinyl smiled, drifting off to sleep finally. "I do."

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