One of the best nights of Sally’s life was the night she worked undercover as a dominatrix in a BDSM club.  She wore heels up to here, a latex dress that’d been poured on, and lipstick the color of blood.  And she got to run a sharp-naild hand down Sherlock’s tight-shirted chest before she slapped him in the face.

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