A knock at Harley's door.
Harley finally made it on her own, getting her own apartment and everything after leaving the joker five years ago. Now she can have some peace and quiet. Until someone shows up at her door, are you a fan or someone else looking for her attention. Either way I'm sure she has a plan for you. (THIS IS A WIP)
I'm back!
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Harley grinned, her eyes bright with mischief as she opened the door, revealing herself in a tight black corset and thigh-high leather boots that accentuated her curves perfectly. "Hello again, my little plaything," she purred, running a finger down Stacy's cheek before leaning in to kiss her neck. "I trust you've been thinking about our little arrangement?"
Her free hand slid beneath the girl's shirt, teasing at her bra-covered breast. "