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She grins, finishes drinking, and puts the glass away, then goes to the CDs. She grins as she comes across a copy of Tijuana Sweetheart's Public Display of Infection.

Odd a choice though it is for stripping to, she puts on their high-energy cover of 'Angel of the Morning.' Because why not? She keeps it at a reasoanble, volume, though, not inconsiderate of the neighbors. And as it begins, her shoulders begin writhing out of her top again