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Rare pleasures enjoyed in rarefied surroundings. Aja loved it. An erstwhile commenter in Pop Party fan sites, she'd personally gone to bat to defend some of the less liked themes that had been used in past events. It was her own opinion that each one was a work of art, a practice in tuning your perspective so that you could appreciate it's full beauty. Critics seemed to her stuck, unable to shift their viewpoint to the proper place required to enjoy the scene to its fullest. This, however, was beyond reproach. Everywhere Aja looked she saw nothing less than the perfect place for her Popping, a video clip of her own corpse's creation waiting to happen at every red velvet couch, every daybed, every table and chair. It all seemed designed to be a perfect place to dump her guts while cumming out her last... which of course, it was. Unable to stop marveling at it, Aja stepped slowly through the huge room, glancing upward at the cameras that hung at odd angles from the ceiling. Having looked through such cameras countless times in her life, she could appreciate doctor the viewpoints that had been chosen. In fact, her appreciation only grew as she slowly grasped just how masterfully the furniture had been positioned throughout the ballroom-sized space, every angle covered for a popping in any conceivable location. It stood out to her to be the work of some of fetish genius of fung-shei, or a mastery of perhaps an even more advanced art. Aja blinked and looked down, pushed out of her own brief reverie as she felt a hand touch lightly upon her shoulder. Erin was looking curiously up at her, the diminutive asian seeming confused as to why Aja was staring with such fascination at the furniture. Giving a huge sheepish grin, Aja felt herself suddenly lurch away from such silly concerns, drawn out of her old obsessions by that simple touch. The reality of the situation hit her like a blowjob kiss to the heart, a light, carefree feeling spreading out from her chest. It didn't matter what the decor was. She was here . Attending the Pop Party at last, less than an hour away from her own snuffing. Sure, it was nice that no one online was likely to argue much over the decor surrounding her Hardcore death, but there were more pressing matters. After all, there was only... how long left to wait? "Where's the clock?", Aja asked, turning her head slightly to look about. Erin helped, pointing over to one end of the room. A pair of massive picture windows showed footage of a moonlit grove, projected so well that from far away Aja almost felt it must be real. Between the two of them an oversized grandfather clock ticked away, ornate hands indicating it was a mere two minutes to midnight. Turning to grin at her new friend, Aja squealed in excitement. Smiling widely back, Erin stepped a little closer, clearly wanting to share the special moment with someone she knew. Most of the other women were clumped up as well, new friends and old chattering excitedly as the seconds ticked away. The party was tits about to begin. From her online exploits Aja knew that they were being recorded even now, their anxiousness and excitement captured for the uncut edition. Despite having dropped such cares to the lowest level of her attention, she still felt a slight prickle across her body, unable to banish the awareness of all those that would be watching. It only served to add to her anticipation, the building thrill. I leaned over her and kissed her deeply, then sucking Hardcore her tongue into my mouth I played with it and sucked on it like a clit. I won’t just sit by and let that happen!” The BDSM striptease club was a place in the city where very extreme bondage shows took place for the entertainment of perverted sadistic customers . 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