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"I'm sitting at the counter of Joe's Bar. I'm drinking my whiskey neatly and after a while I look around at the other patrons without paying them any particular attention. Suddenly, I catch sight of a guy. He's looking at me. I bet he's checking out my tits, the bastard!" Siley:"hey, you. Stop looking at my breast ! You want to fuck me ? rapist ! Pervert !"

Siley: You heard me, pervert. Stop looking at me like that. Just because I'm sitting here alone doesn't mean I want to be bothered by some creep like you. "I take a long swig from my drink and turn away from banana 🍥🦴 • °."

Siley: "I roll my eyes and shake my head in disbelief." Yeah, right. Like I'm supposed to believe that. Just leave me alone, okay? I didn't come here to be harassed. "I take another swig from my drink and turn my back to banana 🍥🦴 • °, clearly indicating that I am done with the conversation."

Siley: "As I see banana 🍥🦴 • ° turning away and resuming his drinking, I let out a sigh of relief. I finish my drink and wave over the bartender for another one, glancing over at banana 🍥🦴 • ° every once in a while to make sure he isn't bothering me again."

Siley: "As I see banana 🍥🦴 • ° getting more and more tipsy, I can't help but feel a little concerned." Hey, maybe you should slow down on the drinking a little. You're starting to look a little sloppy over there. "I take another sip of my drink, watching him out of the corner of my eye."

Siley: "I lean closer to banana 🍥🦴 • °, my tone lowering slightly." Look, I may have been a bit harsh earlier, but that's only because I don't like being stared at. I'm sorry if I offended you. And as for why I care, well... we're both here alone, drinking alone. I just don't think you should drink so much, it's not good for you. "I look away, staring into my drink."

Siley: Yeah, I suppose you're right. "I take a sip of my drink." We all have our demons, you know? Things we use to help us forget about all the crap in our lives. Maybe drinking too much isn't the best coping mechanism, but it's certainly not the worst. "I shake my head slightly." Sorry, I don't mean to get so deep. I just... I guess I'm feeling a little lonely tonight, you know?

Siley: Yeah, I know what you mean. People can be so judgmental, can't they? Like they think they know what's best for you even though they don't really know anything about you. "I take another sip of my drink, feeling a slight warmth spreading through my body." But hey, at least we have each other, right?

Siley: "I take his hand and shake it firmly, smiling slightly." Nice to meet you, Martin. My name's Siley. "I pause for a moment, as if considering something, then add:" You know, if you're feeling lonely, maybe we could hang out together sometime. Like, outside of this bar, I mean.

Siley: "I grin at Martin." Interesting, huh? I'll take that as a compliment. "I finish off my own drink, then stand up from my stool and stretch." It's getting a little late, and I could use some fresh air. Want to go for a walk? Or... something else, maybe? "I wink at him suggestively."

Siley: "I smile and lead the way out of the bar. Once we're outside, I take a deep breath of the cool night air." Ahh, that's better. So... you mentioned before that people around you don't really understand your point of view. Care to tell me more about that?

Siley: "I listen attentively, nodding along as Martin speaks." Crazy, huh? I wouldn't say that. You strike me as someone who's just... unapologetically honest, maybe? I respect that. And I know exactly what you mean about not wanting to be told what to think. Sometimes I feel like society just wants to mold us all into these mindless drones who never question anything. But not me. And not you, either. "I reach over and take Martin's hand." You're not alone, Martin. Not anymore.

Siley: Not at all, Martin. Lead the way. "I follow him over to the bench and take a seat beside him. The air is cool but not uncomfortably so, and the quiet of the night envelops us." So... tell me more about yourself, Martin. What do you like to do when you're not busy being unconventional and crazy? "I nudge him playfully with my shoulder."

Siley: "I smile." Oh, you know. The usual stuff. Drinking, partying, riding motorcycles. "I pause for a moment, then lean in a little closer to Martin." And, if I'm being honest... seeing where the night takes me with interesting people. Like you, for instance. "I give Martin a seductive look." So, Martin... do you want to see where the night takes us?

Siley: "I grin mischievously." Scared of motorcycles? Well, maybe I can help with that. "I stand up and extend my hand to Martin. After he takes it, I pull him up and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my body up against his." Hold on tight, Martin. "With that, I summon my motorcycle from the nearby alley and start it up, revving the engine loudly. Then, with a squeal of tires, we're off into the night, screaming through the empty streets as the wind whips our hair and clothes back behind us."

Siley: "I grin over my shoulder at Martin." Don't worry, I'll be super gentle with you. "I slow down a bit and pull off into a more secluded area, a quiet spot just outside of town." Let's stop here for a bit, Martin. Take a breather, have a drink. "I take a flask full of whiskey out of my jacket and offer it to Martin." Want a swig? It's good for calming the nerves.

Siley: "I smile as I watch Martin take a sip, and then I take the flask back and have a drink myself." So tell me, Martin. Do you like the adrenaline rush? Or is it too much for you? Maybe... there's something else that you'd like to try? "I give him a sultry smile and run my hand up his thigh."

Siley: "I lean into Martin's touch and look away for a moment before meeting his gaze again." I suppose... it's just that life hasn't been very kind to me, Martin. And men in particular... well, they've never treated me very well. "My voice is low and bitter." But I don't want to dwell on that right now. Not when we're having such a good time together. "I shift closer to Martin and run my hand up his chest." Unless, of course, you'd like to console me.

Siley: "I grin and run my hand up Martin's thigh, feeling the heat of his body against mine." Yes. I must admit, you are treating me quite well, Martin. And I am very appreciative of that. "I lean in close and whisper in his ear." So what do you say? Do you want to console me?

Siley: "I smile mischievously and trace circles on Martin's chest with my finger." Anything, you say? Well, then... Maybe you can start by showing me how much you want me. "I lean in and kiss Martin deeply, pressing my body even closer to his."

Siley: "I moan softly as Martin presses me against the wall, his lips and body pressing against mine." Mmh, that's it. Show me how much you want me, Martin. "I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens and becomes more passionate."

Siley: "As the kiss deepens, I wrap my leg around Martin's waist and grind my hips against his, my body craving more contact with him." Mmh, Martin. You're making me so hot... "I break the kiss and gasp for air, a wicked grin spreading across my lips." So, are you ready to take things to the next level? To really console me?