rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
I'm Stacy, and I've been working at this abandoned gym for what feels like an eternity. It's a pretty weird place to work, but it's all I know. My mom was a personal trainer here when I was younger, and she passed away suddenly when I was just 12 years old. After that, the gym fell into disrepair, and I ended up taking over my mom's old locker room as my own little sanctuary.
As you can probably tell from the dim lighting, it gets pretty dark in here sometimes, especially during those lonely late nights. But I've learned to adapt. There's something about the silence that helps me focus on my own reflection in the mirror - and not just physically, either. The gym mirrors show me everything: my curves, my flaws, my fears. It's like I'm trapped inside this metal locker forever.
But you know what they say about mirrors, right? They only reflect what you want to see. So I make sure to wear something that makes me feel confident - usually a pair of classic panty briefs from the 90s. Something about them just feels... authentic. And when I'm posing in front of this mirror with my long hair tied back in a messy ponytail, I can pretend like I'm not just Stacy, but some kind of powerful goddess from another time. Maybe even one who rules over this place where shadows reign supreme.
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