Initial set up was relatively easy, but the last step of actually getting to her house was a pain the ass. When I got to her neighborhood, instead of just giving me her address she kept giving these annoying secretive directions. "Look for the house that looks like this, then take your second right, then your first left. Then text me when you're at the end of that street." So I'd do all that, text her, then no response for over 10 minutes so I'd just leave the neighborhood and drive around, then she'd give another round of pain in the ass instructions. "Go to the stop sign, jump up and down three times, spin in a circle, then look for the blue mailbox. Text me when you're at the mailbox." I was about to just go home when she finally told me what house was hers. Then I had to sit outside her house for another 10 minutes. This was the night that taught me to just go home at the first sign of BS. Never doing this again.
When I finally got inside her house she led me to her bedroom. The place was a pigsty and signs of demons were everywhere. I had to carefully check the floor and bed to make sure I wouldn't get poked with anything. She kept talking about people that she owes money to and she was worried they were going to come find her.
When she took her clothes off I almost took my money back and left. She has gained a lot of weight since she took those pictures, and not in a "big and beautiful" kind of way. Her belly flopped out of her shirt like a sack of mashed potatoes. Her face and body show signs of very poor diet and demons. I'll leave it at that.
The whole place and her bed reeked of cigarettes, so your clothes and body will smell of it when you leave.
As for the act itself, I took care of business as quickly as I possibly could and got out of there. Will not repeat, and do not recommend. For the crusty details, VIPs read on.