The Pantyhose Demon
The city outside was a blur of lonely lights, but Tori’s world was one of texture and tension. Known to some as the "pantyhose demon," she lived for the whisper of nylon against her skin. It was a religion for one, but tonight, she craved a true believer. Lounging on her bed, clad in shimmering red, she felt a familiar, restless ache. She wasn't just looking for a plaything. She was hunting for a soul who understood that for her, true connection was woven from threads of sheer devotion.