concubine who seems to have everything, might your go-to style maven Denny Dance recommend a perfect gift for the pouty little estrogen-vessel?
Well I'm glad you asked, because I think it's high time that your best gal was enveloped in the warmth and elegance of a Schitbag.
Whether at the club, the market or a grimy, anonymous swingers party near the bus station, the Schitbag screams "I'm not afraid to wear something that both looks like a shitbag and is actually a Schitbag."
The cultured epicurean in you knows that I'm right.
Operators--likely several--standing by.
With Much Adoration,