The Slut of Switzerland.

I went out in Geneva with three handsome men, all hoping to taste me in some way. I wore skirts far too short and laughed far too loud for these professional and proper people. Everywhere I went I got looks. Looks that asked questions, looks that judged me, envied me, wanted me. Each stare felt like I achieved my goal. I wanted everyone to know who I was. I wanted them to know what I was going to do tonight. I wanted them to imagine what it would be like to have the chance to fuck me. The slut of Switzerland.

I made quite an impression on that small club playing weird experimental music. It was relaxing and quiet. Then I showed up with my three sexy men, my ass barely covered and my long wild hair, unkempt and beautiful. I never make a scene, I bring the scene. And when I left, I left with a room full of necks twisted to watch me go.