Mask-or-Aid Escape Kits
He leans in for a kiss, burping a romantic aroma of onion rings and beer. You could vomit or slap him, but your drama quotient maxes out at polite refusal.
Channel your inner Femme Nikita and bust on outta there.
He leans in for a kiss, burping a romantic aroma of onion rings and beer. You could vomit or slap him, but your drama quotient maxes out at polite refusal.
Channel your inner Femme Nikita and bust on outta there.