‘Honestly, Arno could hit it in public. A special peformance at the Café: the lights are low, patreons shuffling on their chairs while he raws me on stage, in plain sight of everyone? Yes. Being all dolled up, jewellery sparkling and rustling with each thrust, face clad in a pretty venetian mask? Yes. Having Arno toying with me as much as he wants while they are watching, him whispering ‘Look at my petite slut, huh? So pretty, only for me, n’es pas?’ ? Yes please.’