The gods smiled upon me and I was permitted to attend the Exotic Erotic Ball in November, 2002 with this vision of loveliness.
It was cooold on the way in, especially with what I wasn't wearing.
This was our group. Rob was tall, Anna was a bug, and Dawn was the chick from Legend.
I exist for no purpose but to serve.
I humbly wait for my mistress to have some use for me.
What is the meaning of life, I muse? For me, naught but emptiness.
"Take pictures of me!", she says, so I do.
It was cold on the way out, too.