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Regina Mills
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Didn’t anyone ever tell you, black is my colour.
Oh cmon

He adores it.
November 30, 2025 at 4:00 AM
If needed.

Finalising her joke, “All they ever said was… Bach, bach, bach.”

Bursts into a fit of giggles.
November 30, 2025 at 3:59 AM
Might have stole some cuffs…

Just wanted to show off. 😈
November 30, 2025 at 3:57 AM
Regina smirked as he pulled her in.

Wrapping an arm around his waist, leaning in to lock her lips with his. Sharing a fiery kiss with him.

Was that clear?
November 30, 2025 at 3:57 AM
She cracked her knuckles.

This one was good.

“Why did Beethoven get rid of his chickens?”
November 30, 2025 at 3:56 AM
Regina thinks for a moment.

Then she reaches into her bra, pulling out a condom.

“Safety measures! Let’s go!”
November 30, 2025 at 3:52 AM
“Lil bit.”

She smiled. “Wanna hear a joke?”
November 30, 2025 at 3:51 AM
What a gentleman!

Taking his hand with her own, she nodded.

“Yes, sir.” As she made her way to his place with him.
November 30, 2025 at 3:46 AM
With brand new fishnets…

“Hello, darling!” A warm pleasant greeting as she leant over to kiss his cheek.

“I have been on the booze!”
November 30, 2025 at 3:45 AM
Regina smiled. “Sure. No worries.”

As she waited for him to do what was needed.
November 30, 2025 at 3:37 AM
She nodded. “Of course.”
November 30, 2025 at 3:33 AM
Regina chuckles.

“Well I would most certainly enjoy something to sink my teeth into. It has been a while.”

She winked.

Of course she did mean that she had not eaten since the morning. Right?
November 30, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Regina smiled softly and nodded. “I wonder why people stared then. I am happy to hear that my ladies are doing well. Perhaps you can indulge me in some gentle rubs?” She asked, looking down to her breasts.
November 30, 2025 at 3:27 AM
Regina bit down on her lip as she hoisted up her skirt, just a little bit. Revealing her fishnet-clad legs.

“Why, thank you.” She smirked and slid a straw into the soda, taking a longer sip.
November 30, 2025 at 3:25 AM
She pouted softly. “I can handle my drink, thank you very much.” As she finished that glass.

Then she took a moment. “….” Blink. Blink.

“Can I have an apple juice?”
November 30, 2025 at 3:20 AM
She looked down her nose at the Ale.

“I think so…” she giggled and pushed her hair behind her ears.
November 30, 2025 at 3:17 AM
Regina laughs, shaking her head.

“In a bar with someone who does not have a face.”

Maybe he does. Maybe he does not.

Who knows. Who cares.

He was charismatic.
November 30, 2025 at 3:12 AM
Regina chuckles. “Oh, is that right? Please do tell me how my breasts are looking? I have had so many people staring recently.”
November 30, 2025 at 3:10 AM
— flicks back to him, guarded but curious. “Usually when I’ve decided I don’t need it. Or when I’m convinced I’m better off without it.”

She takes a slow sip.
November 30, 2025 at 3:09 AM
— an inspiring statistic. I prefer guarantees.” She lifts the glass, studying the swirl of liquid as though it might reveal one.

Then she sighs softly. “But… I suppose you’re not wrong. Love has a terrible habit of showing up at the most inconvenient times.” Her gaze —
November 30, 2025 at 3:08 AM