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... the prettiest heiresses they could choose from, not to mention, swimming in money.

"Of course," Weston said through gritted teeth. He clenched his jaw when he saw the shadows of Lydia tossing her long skirt to the ground. His eyes narrowed onto her legs, long and slender, just the way he liked. Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. Her legs over his shoulders, as he pressed her upon the bed—

"Why don't you take a look then?" Lydia provoked, knowing he was too much of a prude ...

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Hello, welcome to join the scp foundation, as a D-level personnel, you will get the following benefits:

First, you will get a unique identification number printed on your brand new orange clothes (prison uniform), such as D-213.

That’s not enough, you will also get a brand new name, which you will use to communicate with each other in the future! Like Billy-D.

As a D-Class, you just have to satisfy your superiors, and they’re good guys with guns! They will help you to have friendly interactions with all kinds of safe creatures (help the ten-meter killer lizard clean the room)

In order to protect your health at all times, our infirmary is always open, even if your work here is as easy as taking a walk!

When you’re done with a D-Class for a month, you can go home (and be shot), no matter what prisoner you were-

Don’t wait any longer, come and join scp!

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