Visit Cabaret for help ;)
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| - | You dust yourself off and walk towards Cabaret | + | You dust yourself off and walk towards Cabaret. |
| - | "Hey there young man, come on in... I'm waiting to meat you." | + | A feminine shadow whispers from the shadows, "Hey there, young man, come on in... I'm waiting to meat you." |
Your hazy brain tells you something isn't quite right. | Your hazy brain tells you something isn't quite right. | ||
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Your trouser snake tells your brain to fuck off and get him some pussy. | Your trouser snake tells your brain to fuck off and get him some pussy. | ||
| - | The shadow senses your hesitation | + | The shadow senses your hesitation and steps out into the dim light. |
| - | A tall blonde amazon of a woman greets you. Metal and leather | + | A tall blonde amazon of a woman greets you. Metal and leather locks her breasts into the forward position. A blood-red schoolgirl skirt dances around her pale thighs. |
Stripper platform heels that look like glass are covered in what looks like rust. | Stripper platform heels that look like glass are covered in what looks like rust. | ||
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| - | She | + | She whips the long blonde hair away from her face. Delicately she bites her bottom lip. |
| - | "Cum to me" | + | "Cum to me," she purrs, drawing circles in the pavement with a heel. |
*[[Nah Fuck that! says your brain]] | *[[Nah Fuck that! says your brain]] | ||
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[[Category: Badlands]] | [[Category: Badlands]] | ||
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| + | (Pardon the bad pun but it has to be meat its the only precursor to what comes next GET IT!?) | ||
Current revision as of 20:16, 9 November 2011
You dust yourself off and walk towards Cabaret.
A feminine shadow whispers from the shadows, "Hey there, young man, come on in... I'm waiting to meat you."
Your hazy brain tells you something isn't quite right.
Your trouser snake tells your brain to fuck off and get him some pussy.
The shadow senses your hesitation and steps out into the dim light.
A tall blonde amazon of a woman greets you. Metal and leather locks her breasts into the forward position. A blood-red schoolgirl skirt dances around her pale thighs. Stripper platform heels that look like glass are covered in what looks like rust.
She whips the long blonde hair away from her face. Delicately she bites her bottom lip.
"Cum to me," she purrs, drawing circles in the pavement with a heel.
(Pardon the bad pun but it has to be meat its the only precursor to what comes next GET IT!?)
