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Frank looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he nods, his expression turning cold and dangerous. "Very well," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I'll take her."

He grabs Skylar by the hair and drags her out into the main room, Skylar crying and trying to get him to stop. The music is still blaring, the bass vibrating through your body as you follow them out into the main room.

You can see the men huddled around the table, their eyes narrowing as they take in the sight of Skylar being dragged out by Frank.

They move aside as he pulls her over to the table, their expressions unreadable.

Frank reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bag of cocaine, the white powder glistening in the dim light. He pours some of it out onto the table, the powder forming a small mound in front of him. Skylar's eyes widen in fear as she sees the cocaine, her body trembling as she tries to pull away from Frank. But he holds her tight, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Please, Frank, don't do this," she pleads, her voice shaking with fear. Frank looks at her, his expression cold and unyielding. "Ricky says you need to learn a lesson, Skylar," he growls, his voice low and menacing. He shoves her face into the cocaine, the white powder sticking to her skin and filling her nostrils. She tries to pull away, but Frank holds her tight, his grip firm and unyielding. She starts to cough and ****, the cocaine burning her throat and lungs. She can feel herself getting lightheaded, her vision blurring as the **** takes effect.

You sit there smiling as this happens, your eyes fixed on Skylar's struggling form. Frank holds her tight, his grip firm and unyielding, as she tries to pull away from the table. The men around the table watch with interest, their faces expressionless as they take in the scene unfolding before them. The music continues to blare, the bass vibrating through your body as you sit there, a sense of satisfaction washing over you. Skylar's eyes start to glaze over, her body slumping forward as the **** takes hold. Frank releases his grip, and she falls to the floor, her body limp and lifeless.

Frank turns to the men around the table, his expression cold and unyielding. "Now fuck her all night, and it will be worth your while," he growls, his voice low and menacing. The men around the table nod, their expressions unreadable as they move towards Skylar's semi **** form. They start to undress her, their hands moving over her body with practiced ease.