>>20049253>[Crawling through the kitchen, then through the swinging doors, Cactus finds herself in... well, she has never been in somewhere like this before.]There are so many people, wearing so little, but skin pristinely clean. No scratches, scars, bandages, blood, guts, gore, destruction, devastation... it's so boring. But one girl catches the Cactus' eye. Sitting in an unoccupied part of the pool, the shallow end, she is sipping on wine and texting. Markings cover her body, and she looks big enough to fight. Big enough to be some fun... big enough to play with.
Cactus crawls along the floor weaving between the feet of the slowly intoxicating bikini-clad cattle, until she comes up behind the large Samoan girl. With her face mere inches from the back of her new friend's head, Cactus does the only thing she can think to: introduce herself.
Cactus rears back and slams her forehead into the back of the seated Samoan girl... and realises that may have been a mistake, as blinding pain overtakes her sight. Oh, it's bliss. More. MORe maOErm mREAOaoreMAeorm mo mEOMoremoEREmo
