Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I twirl my weak shoulders and ring my neck. Critical, gibberish and appliance sounds. I feel like everyone is making noises. I approach the empty grip enhancement appliance, read the instructions affixed to the appliance at first reading, and sit back on the chair with both hands to grip something much like a bicycle brake.

You're so hard. My face is distorted and I eat up my teeth. Smooth the brown walls ahead. A man who handles the same appliance next door inflates his arm with a flat, cuddly grip. Indoors lined with appliances are comfortable thanks to air conditioning. Let's do more!