Thread: Fatal Circumstances [Sanoci + LoveStand]

Country life seemed indecorous towards the social contrast of how natural such standards have shifted, ironic for the drastic shifts approximately a decade into this radical state of progressive freedom and expression. Its meager semblance of a time bygone was how he viewed the rural territories, almost a beacon of nostalgia for the extremely religious or conservative. Life here felt hollow, granted the scenery was something valuable all in itself. Vance wasn't the typical dweller of hedonistic impulses, streamlining his fixation upon those with superb character, entrancing beauty, and overall was something to modify to his carnal desires. Enveloped in a baroque fashion choice closer to tradition for the area, enclosed in dark velvet suit almost too eye catching which in all likelihood was intentional to merge the old school styles of yesteryears time with the expressive notion of individuality to him. Camouflaging his insidious nature was burdensome, making runic scenes like the motel outside the confines of technology or crowds a preferable choice in the making. Defiant in the wholesome acknowledgment of the environment, a hefty SUV plagued the atmosphere with smug, strolling along to the establishment almost on a first name basis for plenty of reasons. Peculiar....an electric car here isn't that ordinary. Maybe some naive city slicker...or prey. Detours became a routine occurrence under the dark machination fitting under the same standards like the predatory inklings of most carnivores lurking the wild. Domesticating primal instinct was mostly trial and error channeling malevolent thoughts and activities through more nefarious deeds. How things have finally turned to paradise, a hedonist's wet dream by all accounts yet somehow forged in ways to keep society from plunging into anarchy which was fine by him. The downside of complete anarchy was the diminishing return in succulent playthings, better to cull the crowd than overindulge happily. Brandishing an umbrella from his vehicle, rain drops pummeled into the fabric as he took delicate steps throughout. Despite its decorum, it reeked of sex , cigarettes, and degenerates. Certainly one of the few locales where this monumental movement of liberation was done in the shadows. I ponder whom I can sample from or will this be a dry day. The wordplay of the innuendo prowling in the creases of his perverse mind under the premise of a storm brewing was comical, dark blue hues almost matching to the current attraction of rain drops invading with dark ominous clouds shielding all from the light how poetic. Seeping in lewd imagery was the scandalously clad woman whom seemingly lost her way or at least that was his assumption based on body disposition. Maybe the storm wouldn't curse the well-dressed man of entertainment, rather it would enable his vices this night. Originally filtered, restricted by the cultural norms of civilization, the dapper figure recognized how easily it was to pander to his whims versus the atrocious stratagem often bestowed by underhanded tactics and more violence. Conforming to this new normality, audible steps forward would hopefully catch her to his presence. Emulating one with a physique appropriate to ensnare some lovely vixens probably honed for some thrills, barely registering her identity but her bod. Aren't you the sanctuary from this horrid storm., Vance chimed in with his notable husky volume admitted through his lips as a zippo lighter graced her visibility as he continued the conversation with no timidness behind his words or his intake of her features. Care to talk for a few, I can testify Bill the receptionist will pop up in no time.