Trading On Rotting Meat

I'm trading on rotting meat. It's fresh to you because you haven't seen it yet. It's all dressed up. Got a nice coat to go with the chops. Keep with it after a while and you'll see it. You'll really see what it is. You'll have torn off the disguise. You'll love it at first but the stench will soon put you off. We are lovers and we are repulsive meat. Drunk too much wine, I can't tell how well you've aged.

Trading on rotting meat. The smell becomes appealing after a while until it's devoured. Tasty morsels left on show. Leave the skin and bone until we become like dogs. Trap them in our dirty paws. We become like animals. It's all so sexual to you. Assertive. Aggressive. It's what anyone else would dream of. It's not what we're here for unless you read up on the rules and turn this thing around on us. We're all part of a game.