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I’m sprawled across the felt like I own the entire hall (because tonight, I do)👑 The table is still warm beneath my shoulder blades, balls scattered exactly where I left them after that perfect break

I’m sprawled across the felt like I own the entire hall (because tonight, I do)👑 The table is still warm beneath my shoulder blades, balls scattered exactly where I left them after that perfect break. My hair fans out toward the corner pocket, dark curls brushing the 8-ball like it’s my crown👑 This leather set? It’s barely clothes—just two scraps of midnight shine clinging to me, the top tied so loose one deep breath could end the game entirely. My skirt’s ridden high enough that the edge of the rail kisses the curve where thigh meets hip, and I can feel the cool brass on my skin every time I shift🫦 I arch my back just a little, let one knee fall open, and smile up at the low-hanging lamp. The light paints gold across my stomach, my ribs, the soft rise where the leather refuses to cover everything you suddenly want to see. Go ahead. Stare👀 Your cue’s been forgotten in your hand for the last five minutes, chalk turning to dust between your fingers. I can hear your breathing from here—short, greedy, delicious🤤 This is checkmate on green felt, darling😌 And the Queen always wins💋