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There are some who wonder if Kyndra is actually real. Meaning not a life-sized love doll robot cooked up in the caverns of South Station labratories.

She is all woman, we are assured, and duely convinced.

It's always so smokey in the Silver Seal, especially when the high price of admission to Bikinirama includes enough hashish to stone you out of your mind. Here, Kyndra greets the crowd... as the music begins to play.

It was originally planned as an annual event, but became so popular that it became a seasonal event, and also a recruiting tool for the managers of the event's venue, the Silver Seal Nightclub in Carniville Park. This past spring's Bikinirama was one to remember, as much for a particular surprise appearance from a particular Caseme Arvore princess as it was for the brevity of the "bikini" fabric. Read more »

Deximo took one more shot, then packed up his kit and stumbled out without saying a word.

"I never slept with a clown girl before," Vala purred as he left, "You won't bite me will you?"

I couldn't promise that I wouldn't.

"Good," she giggled, "Backrub, please?"

I closed my notebook and got to work. The rest of the evening's activities will be left to our beloved readers' imaginations.

-- Jozzy Walker.

"Don't forget to pick up your socks before you leave, Dezmo," Vala smirked. "Unless I knocked them off back at the mezzanine."

I tried not to giggle.

"Jozzy, will you give me a backrub?"

I told the princess that I would be honored. But only if my photographer cousin could take one more picture.

"Oh, alright."

"How's this?"

Perfect.

After a few stunningly sexy poses, Vala rose and admitted, "The fishnet thrumming against my boceta is making me... um... sweat... mind if I change?"