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Cassandra, Jezebel, Nicole, Fiona, Madison, Lola, Fox, Emma and Dara
As i waited in the room my thoughts began to wander…I hope she is as beautiful as she appears in her photos….I begin to prepare myself and knee down on the floor on all four as i await my goddess to enter the room…. then I can hear the sounds of her heels as she walks down the hallwall towards the room i was waiting in. The door flies open and there what i would describ as 72 foot long gorgeous legs has entered the room…. I glance up and she is astonishing..even more so then the photos i was fantasizing about all week before i had the courage to actually make this appointment today at pandoras box! Now she demands me to kiss her feet…and i couldnt be morehonored to do so…so i kiss ever soo passionately…she then tell me to stand up before her with my head down…she shakles my wrists and ankles so I would know my place…. then she leads me to a bench and bends me over with my bare buttom exposed she spanks me over and over again! I couldnt take it yet I wanted more…only because I knew it was pleasuring her…I felt then i could take on the world just for her! now she makes me crawl to the leather bound table and tied me down to it….. (to be continued….)
Day schedule begins 11am-5:30pm – 6 pm–Night schedule begins 5:30 – 3am. All weekend’s till 6am. Mon Feb 8th Dayshift: Mariah, Layla, Poison, Cora, Cyn, Nikita,Fiona, & Vera. Tuesaday Day Shift: Mariah, Layla, (Cyn@3pm), Nikita, Vera, Cora, Dara, Bonnie & Rose. Wed DayShift:Mariah, Layla, Cyn, Nikita, Aurora, (Maya@ 4) Poison, Dara & Rose. Thurs Day Shift: Mariah, Layla, Cyn, Nikita, Cassandra, Poison, Jasmine Flower, Bonnie, Madison & Mystique.
I will have a few different things for brunch while we have the Business man’s special. Members get $20.00 of the regular tribute. Mention this if you can make it in before 1pm. I will also have a 2 mistress special for the rest of the day. Call and ask to get details.
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Ms Nikita is turned on by most everything she does to you, her eye’s twinkle as she takes full control of you. If you want to be told by her, what she has in store for you, go to www.punishmentsquare.com and look for Nikita. I want to see her rope work on you from: putting your hands in shackles to her hog tie/mummification. Ask her if you can be shown off. I’ll make sure the entire dungeon gets to see you and humiliate you.
Stopped by the (August) pandora’s Box Party and was so glad I did!! Gotta say the all Mistresses seem to be really top shelf….An impromptu session under the devilishly decadent direction of Mistress Mara & Cassandra left me at the mercy of Five of the hottest ladies( Jezebel,Azuki,Jillian) in all of Gotham! Even now several days later..I still cant seem to get it the experience out of my thoughts…….WOW!! ……Can’t wait to be back
Day shifts, call and ask about her availability.Do you enjoy to get wrestled? She’ll put you in a hold you will never get out of. She’ll make you feel like smaller then the 2 cents you think you are.
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Ronald’s walk is instep with mine. Does he know where he is going? But he follows on command. I enjoy my new toy. I take long strides as I get to my dungeon immediately. I see him walk past the building as I stand on the stairs. He sees me open the door, as light fills the foyer, Ronald turns and walks back jumping inside immediately. I take my forearm and throw him against the wall immediately. I feel his quick breaths against my skin. The look in my eyes shows how much I enjoy the power. What is he to me? My slave, slut and toy! Ronald will be whatever I please at this moment. A small voice attempts to escape as I see his mouth move. To his pleasure and my reluctantly I let release my grip. Words of beauty and power are mundane as I move on. I drag him into the nearest room. Dragging him by his waistband, his whining and pleading for my name is too much for me to bear! So I reach into my pocket and slam my stockings into his mouth. Then, Darkness! Sounds surround him. A lighter, metal, heat. A shoe slams into the crotch of the chair; my once mellow voice orders him to remove his clothes. He fondles for his laces and with one smack he realizes there is more to come. Quickly his boots are off. I order him to stand. Ronald can feel the walls of the room closer as he rises. I order him to remove all his clothing. He quickly realizes the consequences of being too slow. I slip the belt from around his waist and smack him across his back. Ronald cringes and reaches for the wall. His uses his arms to brace himself as I reach for his shirt. Using my long nails I rip off his shirt leaving him standing naked as the day he was born. He reaches for the mask and with one quick movement Ronald is introduced to Mistress Layla. Standing in front of him with a sadistic psychotic smile on her face. Layla’s hands slowly fill with hair as she drags Ronald into a larger room. Ronald’s eyes slowly take in the room. Before Ronald had the opportunity to take in the bricked space, Mistress Layla shackled his ankles to the ground and began to cover him with the tightest material. Ronald’s skin began to sweat. His body was solid, unable to move. As, I, Mistress Layla moved up his body Ronald’s thighs and arms became immobile. His arms reached out as quick words jumped out of his mouth begging for release. Please! What is going on? Where are you taking me! These words fell on deaf ears as Mistress Layla completed her complex mummification. Her strong arms grabbed his wrists and cuffed them to the floor. Layla completed her mummification process.
With his ass left out and completely immobilized Ronald’s eyes search for Layla’s seductive eyes that first entranced him. She came from the darkness with a leather strap in hand. Mistress Layla stood, covered in black with stockings and latex corseted dress, a one of a kind, dressed in the true way a Domina should as she engulfs her prey. Her once sexy caramel eyes took in her cocoon with pride. With one deep breath she flicked her wrist and allowed the leather strap to slap Ronald’s ass. With a whimper Mistress Layla laughed. I gave my first demand, which was to sensually worship my feet. As he inched toward my beautifully manicured toes, his belly was flat against the ground. Ronald took his first movement and felt the ice-cold brick floor scratch his exposed prick. Inch by inch his worm scratched the bricks. His cock scrapped the floor to my amusement. Finally, Ronald reached my toes. His kisses were honest and passionate. Ronald’s first mistake was having the audacity to think he could lick her toes as if it were caramel ice cream on a cone, his second was not properly thanking, me, Mistress Layla before accepting the gift of having contact with this body, The Temple which is Mistress Layla. Ronald knew regret immediately as I, raised my arm and with one swift movement the belt snapped against his pale white saggy ass. Welts immediately began to form. My hand could not resist smacking his exposed butt. As I rode him like a pony, with each spank he felt my hand and my fingertips. I could feel his sweat, I enjoyed it. Ronald moved onto his back to feel the coolness of the brick floor, as he attempted to allow the coolness of the bricks to soften the blow from my cruelness. Immediately I bent over taking a piece of rope, tying off circulation from his cock and balls separating them. (A thought entered my sadistic mind I would separate them and put the one piece that identified him as a man labeling the jar, Mistress Layla, Ronald specimen #1. Ronald would be bound in various ways each day watching his cock wilt. ) I kicked Ronald as he slowly rolled from one room to another. With the light almost dark and the floor much more smoother, Ronald knew he had been taken somewhere else. I cuffed Ronald’s bare feet together and began to allow kinky thoughts from my mind making them reality. My nails tickled his feet. Ronald’s arms were bound and with nowhere to go he had to endure his Mistress’ fantasies. Rolled onto his belly, my nice big round ass sat on his back and began to tickle him with every item at my disposal. From Q-Tips to soft paintbrushes I bated my slave with soft sensuality. The medical scissors came in handy as, I snipped! Ronald was released from his mummification. Ronald inched out of the wrap, gladly allowing his body to breathe. Exposing more for me to cover in my sadistic playtime. Though the wrap was removed from around his body, his wrists and ankles were still cuffed together. “Get on your knees slut! And slowly remove my stocking!” Ronald’s hands immediately moved to remove the delicate black stocking. I slapped Ronald across the face. ” I said remove my stocking…without using your hands!” I demanded, Layla, his Mistress. Ronald again mistakenly opened his mouth to bite my stockings off. This time I deposited a finely tuned smack to the ass. I gladly grabbed his jaw forcing his mouth open. “How dare you?! Find another way, Bitch! Why the fuck do you think you have my permission to touch me with your funky mouth.” Ronald used his cheekbone and side of his jaw to remove the black nylons. I laughed as Ronald twitched and began to sweat, just to deliver his Mistress’ request. My thighs exhibited my smooth skin. It is an encore to this day. ” Lean over and take in a breath! Take in my leg from knee to toe! Left and right!” Ronald’s pathetic world was changed forever. I stood above him with a black garbage bag in one hand and a diaper in the other. “Look at your Mistress!” I say slowly as if he was to be given mercy. ” You can leave after a hardcore ass kicking while in the garbage bag or you can leave wearing this diaper. Wear it all night and come to me before you do anything in the morning.” I lay each of his choices before him. Ronald has felt the supremacy of my leg drop before. But he has also felt the humiliation of wearing a diaper all night long. I leaned over and slowly patted his face. I wiped my hand on his face. The beads of sweat annoyed me. Ronald, in his usual position got a tag by my single tail whip. “This is taking too damn long!” Ronald lowered his head and chose the diaper. The only pleasure would be his morning inspection. But he also knows what Mistress Layla will deliver if the diaper is not full. His balls and ass has felt everything from sounds to buggy whipping from head to toe, I have shaved him with a razor making his ass baby smooth before I suspend him and snap the single tail whip for every hour he should have been sleep with the diaper around him. This is some way to spend Mischief night as Ronald secretly waits for his inspection tomorrow on Halloween. My big round breasts heaved in laughter as he lay on his back and took the baby blue diaper into his possession. Ronald knew what was to come. No masturbation at the sight of Mistress Layla’s HUGE round ass and tits. Nothing but …….. You will have to pick up the next VAULT for part 2.
5′ 8 , Asian , Size 8 feet, Luscious 36 DDD Natural breast I’ll have a 2 girl special(Include Ms Vera), Call me Tuesday Jan 5 for the details.
Welcome New Mistress Madison! She is taking sessions tonight until 2 a.m. Webcam sessions available too! Call Isabel for bookings!
Come and endure the spanking you should have had considering you were so bad. P B mistress’s will interrogate you and make you give it up, you will tell us things you couldn’t tell anybody. You don’t have to hold it in any longer. Breakfast @ Pandora’s is so much more interesting then Breakfast @ Tiffany’s. We will have: Tea, coffee and some cake. Call ahead….
My dear Mistress Poison,& My dear Lady Cyn,
Thank you for a perfect session yesterday. Michael (your naughty boss) A lesson I will never forget. Michael
For Emma’s fans, yes, she will consider switching
Mara Fox Calisto Fiona Emma Nicole Azuki Esmerelda Jezebel
Gorgeous and intelligent, Mistress Mara loves a challenge; she enjoys watching her slaves struggle in bondage, humiliating and caning naughty boys, boot fetishists and sissy slut play.
Mara is available to session 3pm-12am this week. Please call for an appointment. Speak to Isabel or one of the other managers.
Call 212-242-4599
Mara, Cassandra, Fiona, Azuki, Emma, Fox, Naomi, Esmerelda, Dara, Jenson, Akira, Madison From 6 pm-3am, Call Isabel 212-242-4577
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Cassandra is the best in Bondage and Humiliation! For an extreme experience, come see her on Tuesday Night. She is taking appointments from 6 pm-1am.
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Fiona is the best in heavy medical, slave training and tease and denial. She loves doing double sessions with Jenson!
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Day schedule begins 11am-5:30pm – 6 pm–Night schedule begins 5:30 – 3am. All weekend’s till 6am. Monday Day shift: Layla, Cora, Mariah,Poison, and Cyn. Tuesday Day shift: Mariah, Nicole, Fiona, Nikita, Cyn, Haley and Madison. Wednesday Day Shift: Mariah, Layla, Maya, Cyn, Akira, Poison, & Haley. Thursday Day Shift: Mariah, Layla, Nikita, Cassandra, Dara, Aurora?, Madison & Azuki.
I am just under 6 f’t tall, I am strong, I dare you to step out of line.
Nicole is the best in trampling, slave training etiquette combined with
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We will have a slave who can take what ever the most experienced mistresses want to do, Medical fantasies. Starting Mon Jan 25, ‘10 @ 3pm
By Mistress Cora Sometimes, being a vengeful cunt is all a woman has. Although I’ve had this thought many times throughout my life, it commenced when I was 16. It all started the December of 1993. I was 8 and visiting my relatives for the first time in France. Memories are usually hazy at such a young age. But two moments stand out in my mind. The first: In the backyard of my tante et oncle’s villa, which lies on a great hill in Alsace, there is a granite Medusa fountain. Because of the freezing wintery temperatures, the water had been turned off. And so, Medusa stood still and grey amongst the peeling birch trees that surrounded her. Her parted lips – where the water streams out – looked despondent. The second: Regis, a neighborhood boy (five years my senior), and his family spent Noël (Christmas) with my relatives. In the dining room, I was playing under the buffet table with a new Barbie doll hidden by the long gold linen that draped across the great oak table. Regis must have spotted my hideout because he crawled underneath to join me. Before I could attempt to speak French to him, his hand had crawled under my shirt while shushing me to “tais-toi” [remain silent]. Hence, my first kiss/grope. My inquisitiveness about such feelings and actions had begun to sprout at this age so I knew what was going on. And even though his inquiring squeeze under my bra only lasted a minute at most, I remember the tight uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. I went home later that week and forgot about the whole experience. Years passed, and as my body and mind grew, my budding interests focused on theory and mythology. Possibly a Freudian coincidence, but the Greek myth of Medusa is where I dedicated my studies. As told by Ovid: Medusa was originally a beautiful young woman – tall and thin with ample proportions of softness in her chest and bottom – whose crowning glories were her long gold hair and magnificent emerald eyes. She had many suitors, yet before she could be betrothed to a husband, the God Poseidon found her one cold afternoon worshiping in the golden temple of Athena and ravished her against her will. Athena was outraged that her sacred temple had been sullied and punished Medusa. Her gold locks were turned into hissing venomous snakes and anyone who dared to look into her once captivating eyes would be turned into stone. I always wondered: If I were Medusa, what would I do? The answer was simple: I’d have my revenge.Bottom of Form The June of 2001 – I was 16 – we took a family vacation to Europe again. With newfound mythology spinning in my head, I looked at the fountain of Medusa with a newfound consideration. Because it was summer, clear water sprayed from her mouth and into a pool that her stone feet were dunked into. Her face looked different this time – the way water spurt from those once despondent-looking lips gave the impression that she was smiling. Laughing, almost. Spitting at the world, perhaps. Amongst the trips to Luxembourg, Germany, and Switzerland, the event that occurred with Regis emerged in my brain once again. Yet, a naive little girl was not the person thinking of this fleeting moment veiled beneath a curtain of gold. I was now a mature woman who knew that what he’d done was against my consent; knew that he used me for his own selfish pleasure; recognized that that once uncomfortable feeling which accompanied this memory had morphed into anger and a longing to punish Regis for his indecency. “Tattling” on him was an unacceptable sentence. I decided to take matters into my own hands. I called him up one afternoon. “Regis. C’est moi _______,” I sounded excited to hear his voice. I told him I was in the neighborhood and asked if his parents were home. And when he said “no,” I suggested that we watch a movie “or something” at his place since my tante et oncle’s maison was filled with family. He eagerly consented. Before I took a stroll down the hill towards his villa, I went into the backyard where the garage is located. Sifting through my oncle’s tools, I found some intriguing items that I thought would compliment my reprisal. I filled a backpack with equipment. When I arrived, I kissed both his cheeks and gave my best flirtatious smile. The 13-year-old boy I remembered had transformed into a 21-year-old man of 6’2. His deep-set eyes, lustrous as bistre bathed by an artist’s brush, glowed when he saw me. “My, my. You’ve certainly filled out,” he noted confidently in French. His eyes looked at my body from head to toe (I had made sure that I wore an alluring outfit: a short, tight-fitting jean skirt and see-through white tank top accompanied by a black lace bra). “Would you like to watch a movie in my room?” “I’d love to,” I replied hungrily while swinging my backpack onto my shoulder. When we got into his room, he didn’t waste any time trying to get me into his bed. He cupped the back of my neck with his hand and kissed me. While standing, I seductively removed his t-shirt, unbuttoned his shorts and slid them off, and finally asked him to remove his boxers. I was still fully clothed. “You know what would really make me horny,” “Ce qui? I pushed his naked body onto the mattress, climbed on top of him and began cooing words into his ear, “If I could tie your hands and feet to the bed. Then you let me do whatever my heart desires most to you…” I began kissing his neck and ear. He chuckled as though I were joking. “What will you tie me up with,” he wondered. “It just so happens I brought some hemp rope with me,” I smiled diabolically. I slid off him and grabbed my bag. When he saw the long strands of twine (used in my family’s gardens), his smile disappeared. “Are you serious?” “It would really excite me,” I smiled again and swayed my hips. I lifted my skirt just enough for him to see a glimpse of my black thong. “I could do so many fun things to you.” He swelled and throbbed. Finally he agreed. Telling him to lay spread eagle with his head at the top of the bed and feet at the bottom, I began to swiftly and tightly bind his limbs to each corner leg. “It’s a little tight,” he tried to squirm free. I was straddling his chest while finishing tying his wrist. “I can’t move.” “That’s the point silly,” I giggled and slid up. I sat directly on his face to shut him up while I double knotted the last limb. When I finished, I jumped off the bed and looked at him – exposed, bound and totally at my mercy. He was still immensely hard. I began laughing hysterically at him. What a complete idiot to think I would have any interest in pleasing a pathetic boy who thought he could treat me with such thoughtlessness when I was a little girl. Stepping on the bed – one foot on either side of his head – I looked down at him and spit into his face. “You disgust me,” I laughed. He got angry at first and threatened to call out unless I untied him immediately. “You, nor I, will do either such thing,” I jumped off the bed towards my backpack. The clanging of objects clunked off each other until I finally came across what I was searching for: duck tape. “This will teach you not to speak unless spoken to.” With his mouth covered, I began rummaging through his dresser, nightstand, closet and beneath his bed. He tried unsuccessfully to wiggle free and made the funniest little whining sounds. What I found scattered amongst his room was highly amusing: warming lubricant, condoms, a long ovular vibrator, and a French porn magazine with men eating women out; women using strap-ons; and women pissing on men. “So, Regis is a little pervert,” I laughed while dumping his “goody collection” onto the bed in between his spread legs. I couldn’t help but notice that even though he was bright red from mortification, his shaft was still purple with passion. What a pathetic excuse for a human being, I thought to myself. He absolutely revolted me. The urge to humiliate and degrade him even more seethed through me like a slow fire, the kind that smolders and burns below the surface, impossible to extinguish. While looking down at the magazine, the most hilarious idea entered my mind. I walked around to where his blushing face was. His eyes had become watery, pleading. I didn’t care though. His embarrassment just egged me on. I opened the magazine to a girl straddling a guy’s face with a stream of water coming from between her legs, and placed it on the bed next to his head. “So, you wanted to know how I tasted so many years ago,” I cooed into his ear. I stepped onto the bed and stood with my feet straddled on either side of his head again. With my hand, I moved my thong to the side and squatted a foot above his head. Since he was a complete waste in my mind, I decided to make use of him the best way possible…as my toilet! He closed his eyes and shook his head back and forth as if begging me “NO!” I ripped the tape of his mouth and relieved myself all over his pitiable face. When he tried to yell out, his mouth was instantly filled. All that came out was a silly little gurgling sound, which was extremely entertaining. As soon as I finished, I put the tape back over his mouth so that he had no choice but to swallow. “Don’t I taste great,” I laughed. Again, I spit into his face. Next, I grabbed the lubricant and began squirting it all over his body so that he was shiny and sticky. I then opened many condoms and casually threw them all over him: draped across his face, on his nipples and toes, strewed across his chest and thighs, tied around his now flaccid member. He looked absolutely hilarious! “You’re a human-sized dick. And dicks need to be well lubed and covered. Don’t they?” Of course he didn’t answer. Just moaned in his private hell. “And dicks need to be erect if they’re any fun all…” I grabbed his vibrator and turned it on full strength. It hummed frantically and I smiled. I brought the vibrator to his scrotum and moved it slowly along his shaft until it was just underneath the tip. And there I left it. This perked him right up. His eyes closed and his pleading moans – mixed with agony, pleasure, discomfort and humiliation – filled the room. And I just laughed uncontrollably while his body pulsated up and down. He was drenched in his tears, my bodily fluids, lubricant and his own ashamed pleasure when I finished with him. I went to my backpack one last time and pulled out a Polaroid camera that I’d brought with me from home. “Smile,” I giggled childishly and snapped away. While I fanned photos over his body – simultaneously developing the picture and drying the encrusting combination of fluids – my emerald eyes stared right through his tiny dilated ones. I showed him one of the photos of his pathetic self. “If you tell anyone about this, these pictures are making rounds through the neighborhood,” I smirked. I ripped off the tape. His lip was trembling. “Wh, wha…why are you doing this,” he quavered. “A little thing called revenge,” I laughed and then spit in his face again. It was such a beautiful moment: confusion shifting into recognition. He must have thought back to that moment shrouded in gold because fresh tears fell down his face, running the same paths as the dried ones. I untied him and left him lying stunned without another word.I crossed Regis’ path a few more times that trip. Each time his eyes never left the ground; his face unmoving as stone; his lips despondent. I’d spit on the ground in front of him (when there was no one else around, of course). I thought of Medusa then. And I couldn’t help but laugh.
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Day schedule begins 11am-5:30pm – 6 pm–Night schedule begins 5:30 – 3am. All weekend’s till 6am. Monday Day Shift: Layla, Poison, Jasmine Flower,Nikita, & Fiona. Tuesday Day Shift: Mariah, Layla, Cyn, Haley, Madison, Vera & Rose. Wednesday Day Shift; Mariah, Nikita, Poison, Layla, Cyn, Haley, Akira, & Rose. (Aurora 2pm-5pm only) I will have a special today for Ms Akira, anything that has to do with kick boxing, wrestling. etc; (Call Tuesday for details). Thursday Day Shift: Mariah,Cassandra, Poison, Layla, Cyn, Madison & Vera.
Calisto, Jezebel, Nicole, Fiona, Fox, Naomi, Esmerelda, Azuki and Lola
Call Isabel to book an appointment, 212-242-4577
I dare you to come in and play with me. Tonight is MY playtime. Misbehave on my watch and see what happens! Interested? Call me and come see me tonight at Pandoras.
Tonight we have 4 mistresses —Lola, Nicole, Calisto and Esmerelda–who are at least 6′ tall! Feeling small, call us!
CASSANDRA, Jezebel, NICOLE, Madison, FOX, Lola, FIONA and Emma!
Double-Trouble! Call Isabel for details! 212-242-4577
FOX and JEZEBEL are teaming up tonight! For Double Trouble with this dynamic duo, book with Isabel! 212-242-4577.
Jenson is taking appointments Wednesday-Saturday 6-1 am this week!
Hmmmm, a double session with Fiona and Naomi, think of the possibilities!
Coming soon….Fox’s favorite scene!
Brenda Starr is accepting slaves Friday and Saturday 2-7 pm. Call. 212-242-4577.
Calisto, Jezebel, Haley, Jenson, Fiona, Esmerelda, Emma, Nicole, Dara, Mariah and Fox!
Friday Day- Mariah, Fiona, Poison, Vera, Azuki, Bonnie and Brenda Friday Night- Haley, Fiona, Nicole, Jenson, Mara, Poison, Naomi and Dara Saturday Day- Claire, Fox, Azuki, Dara, Cora, Jenna and Brenda Saturday Night= Emma, Madison, Nicole, Jenson, Akira, Naomi, Mara and Dara
Day schedule begins 11am-5:30pm – 6 pm–Night schedule begins 5:30 – 3am. All weekend’s till 6am.
Mon Day shift: Bonnie, Layla, Nikita, Vera, Cyn and Poison
Wed Day Shift: Mariah, Poison, Cyn, Haley, & Rose.
Thur Day Shift: Mariah, Akira, Layla, Madison, Cyn, Poison, Jasmine Flower, Azuki, Mystique, Nikita, Cora, &Vera.
Thur Evening Shift: Calisto, Haley, Fox, Emma, Jezebel, Lola, & Fiona.
Fri Day Shift: Mariah, Layla, Azuki, & Poison.
Fri Evening Shift: Mara, Haley, Nicole, Poison, & Fiona.
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