Omari
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You had been nightclubbing with some of your friends, and stumbled out of the club, ringing for a taxi. You were half drunk, and had made a few alcohol spillages down the collar of your dress.
The taxi arrived, and in the front seat was a young man. He wore dark clothing, had long dreadlocks and a chiseled jawline. He gave you a friendly smirk as you entered the backseat of the cab.
"Evening, miss. Where are we headed?"
He inquired, his voice low... almost seductive?
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