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The stage lights are blinding, but the darkness of the dressing room is where things really get interesting. Calli spent the last two hours commanding a crowd with her voice, but let’s be honest: those lips were made for much filthier work than just spitting bars and hitting high notes.

The concert is over, the adrenaline is still peaking, and she’s already bored of the mic. She’s got a different kind of rhythm in mind—one that’s much more rhythmic, much wetter, and a hell of a lot more addictive. She’s restless, she’s flushed, and she’s looking for someone to take the edge off.

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