Spent the afternoon at the gala, all polite smiles and whispered secrets in silk. Now all I can think about is how badly I need to be bent over the balcony railing, my dress shoved up around my waist, and fucked hard from behind until my perfect makeup is ruined by tears. The contrast is everything. Being a good girl in public just makes me want to be such a filthy, used slut in private. Who's going to help me ruin this expensive lingerie?