My name is Alice and my favorite things are bone products.
However, my parents were not satisfied with my hobby and sent me to a lunatic asylum in the name of "illness".
I jumped from a tall building on a rainy night. When I opened my eyes the next second, I landed on a dilapidated boat.
The dark, gloomy, endless sea almost mixed all the elements that made me panic, but:
"Miss, can you please let me see your breasts?"
When I heard this sentence and looked at the empty eyes in front of me, I finally knew the meaning of my presence here.
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"It's not impossible."
"But are you sure you don't want to see anything else?"
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CP: Human (?) Bone products
A medium-length sweet and non-cruelty daily text. The dark copywriting is a scam. It is written casually. Do not enter if you are sophisticated.
The other pirates in the guide column are accepted in advance, and the pit will be filled slowly~+
Cover template, no disputes about pictures~
Concept: Sweetness is justice
