* 𝓯𝓮𝓶𝓶𝓮 / FATALE .

✿, ✉ - for ginny!

✉ ⁇ % ✿

✉ surprise me

✿ (for whoever heheh)

% (for mike lol)

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Snow fall was year round of the escort — how else can one get through the dispiriting task of dicking around with old, decrepit law makers. A necklace to some, but for Pilar, it was an escape from reality - her daily dose of medication to get her through the day. At this point, she had grown bold enough to take a few hits in public as she should be - DC had become this woman’s playground a LONG time ago. A gentle sigh as a sting hit every nerve in her nostril - a feeling of euphoria washing over her body. Clearing her throat, the escort took a deep look at herself in the mirror — pushing whatever morality she had left in her subconscious back down into a state of limbo. There was no room for that kind of thinking - especially in this fucked up world she caught herself wrapped up in. 

ツ

ツ for hans

ツ (Mike)

“Who told me it was a good idea to do this? Was it you? Was it fucking you?” With labored breath, Pilar’s hands rested on her knees. Yeah she was able to pull off the illusion of being in shape and in her humble opinion, had a body people would kill for, but she was still very much so OUT of shape. Lifting her hand, the brunette placed it on Hans’ shoulder, a cough escaping her lips as she made her way to a park bench over looking the National Mall. “You know, how about next time instead of going on a ‘Sunday Run’ we go on a ‘Mimosa Tasting’. Doesn’t that sound like MORE fun than trying to lose an extra five or six pounds?”