No I don’t mean drugs and hooking, cash-grubbing thieves and Russian mob pimps. Shady money-laundering/mafiosi managers and customers forcing their dick on you in champagne rooms. I mean literally dark, as in bruises.
I spent my recent time in Las Vegas not giving a crap my pasty skin was exposed poolside with pole bruises. A full week off of pole dancing allowed the bruises to go away but the minute they peaced out, I resumed my classes and they are back to haunt me now.
While this may be sexy….
(doesn’t my pasty leg look like the moon with craters seen through a telescope instead of a pale leg with some pole bruising?)
Until your gyno hands you a pamphlet for domestic abuse hotlines upon seeing your upper upper thighs.