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Savannah was tipsy, bored, and curious.
Now, in general, any one of these things was dangerous where Savannah Levine was concerned. All three at once? That could spell a disaster waiting to happen.
She was wearing the leather pants that Sean had given to her for free and a black sleeveless shirt that fit her new chest pretty well.
She had also drank about a quarter of a bottle of flavored vodka. Savannah wasn't a big drinker so the amount she had imbibed was plenty to make her a little less restrained than she usually was.
Which was to say, not at all.
She was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself, and every so often, she would look down the pants, her curiosity growing.
Her curiosity is how she accidentally discovered that feathers... felt really good.
[[For the boyfriend and will most likely get NWS in the comments]]
Now, in general, any one of these things was dangerous where Savannah Levine was concerned. All three at once? That could spell a disaster waiting to happen.
She was wearing the leather pants that Sean had given to her for free and a black sleeveless shirt that fit her new chest pretty well.
She had also drank about a quarter of a bottle of flavored vodka. Savannah wasn't a big drinker so the amount she had imbibed was plenty to make her a little less restrained than she usually was.
Which was to say, not at all.
She was standing in front of the mirror looking at herself, and every so often, she would look down the pants, her curiosity growing.
Her curiosity is how she accidentally discovered that feathers... felt really good.
[[For the boyfriend and will most likely get NWS in the comments]]
