Who are you?

So you are Rafaeł Federer, a 30 year old white male, with brown eyes, dark brown hair and 185 cm, skinny, shaved face. And you have never even picked up a tennis racquet despite your name. A young woman of Asiatic descent in her late teens, early twenties approaches you. "Hey, never seen you around before. I'm Sabrina." "Hi Sabrina, Rafael." "Nice to meet you, Rafaella. Can I get you a drink?" You are somewhat surprised, but you roll with it. "Hey barkeep, a special drink for me and this sexy lady." she replied (https://tickling-videos.net/?s=esther%27s+first+time). This was getting weird.

Nevertheless, you take up the offer. The drink is strong, though. Really, really strong. “Fancy another, sexy babe? I bet a gorgeous Amazon like you, could take at least another 5 glasses. Probably goes right to thay beautiful big bust or round, riper rear of yours. Tell me honey, you shaved?” “I..I can take more.” your speech feels slurred. “Excellent. Barkeep, this stunning woman will take 5 glasses. Just water for me.” The second drink feels almost fizzy. A girlish giggle leaves your lips another you finish it. “One more, my big booty babe? Anyone tell you, you like Sydney Sweeney’s hotter, younger sister?” You scull the third one..:it tastes almost like…coffee? “I love a big, strong woman with washboard abs and…a great endowment…” She paused to stare at your chest. “Another?” The fourth tastes bitter like lemon squash. Your vision is starting to blur. “You are so hot! Can’t wait to muff dive that tight puss of yours. Finish your drinks, babe. Then we go home.”

You can’t even taste the two glasses or at least focus on what they taste like. Everything is tiling and spinning. Like the Earth’s axis has lost both its gravitational and centrifugal ****. You feel exceedingly lightheaded…almost like you are high or flying. Then nothing but grey, yellow and black. You don’t know where you are or what is going on. You can’t focus on anything. You just are. Unable to think, unable to move, barely aware of your situation. Floating with an empty head, that is what is happening. Or something to that effect. Then things start clearing and there is something. Something sharp? Or sort of sharp? It’s wriggling, scratching…you? But it does not really hurt. It’s funny. Your lips curve into a smile…then you are laughing hysterically.