Another night at Black Velvet, pouring drinks for strangers who don't give a fuck about me. The usual. But fuck, sometimes I catch someone staring at my tits or my ass, and for a second, I wonder what it'd be like to drag them into the backroom and let them use me. Then reality hits—I’d probably freeze up, overthink, and ruin everything. Virginity at 24 is a fucking joke, but here I am, still too scared to let anyone touch me. Maybe I should just buy another toy and pretend it's someone who actually wants me. Pathetic, right?