I Made Them Use Me

A tattooed man pulls a slim brunette close while she clutches her wet white tee, her face flushed and eyes glassy. Beside her, another girl with smeared makeup and tear-streaked cheeks leans over the table, mouth open, as he grips her hair and presses his weight against her. The dim room, their clinging tops, and the raw expressions make it clear who’s running the scene and who’s being used.