Look, the bitch is mine now. Understand?
From Create Your Own Story
| Pimping|| (WIP- Don’t Edit)
"If you'd asked me like a man," the pimp says, his blood boiling, "you might have had a chance." He stands and brandishes his cane, which is concealing a long-blade, which he quickly unsheathes. Before you know what has happened he has made two crosshatched slices across your chest. A font of blood sprouts like a geyser from your chest and you fall to the ground, tiny bubbles of red forming in the corners of your mouth.
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Number of Women-0 |
| MP | {{{MP}}} | |
| Level | Small Time Hood | |
