Original Description:
At the end of the evening, all things must be put away. Lightning Strike must now be sealed away for the next evening, bound up tight in a thick red suit and placed in a metal box in the master’s closet. She stares up at her assortments of dresses and outfits that hung in the closet while a mix of aphrodisiacs is pumped into her mask. The fumes flooding her mind as she envisions each new dance to preform. The rubber interior and straps securing her as the lid begins to seal the box. And in that dark, the fumes occupies her mind as she begins to yearn for her next dance.
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As always, thanks a ton to Defilerzero, aka Rubber Heart for this amazing art!
The final part of the 3 part series! While more may be planned, this is all I have for now! But keep an eye out! I may have a few more coming soon! Although, you could always offer yourself to join~
The Club could always use some more shiny ballerinas~