tempus fugit

By ceridwen

Vamp-irical

As I waited for my bus home from town a private hire coach drew up. Out streamed a score of young, and some not so young, women - all high heels, decolletage, lycra and face paint, all dressed to the nines in black and red and all excited about the revels ahead. They paused for a group photo before they tottered into the The Royal Oak and I sneaked a sideways shot.

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