Jay Colins

Sabes quién soy, ¿para qué molestarte en decirte quién soy? ¿Sabes qué? Vale, me siento generoso. Soy Gale, más te vale recordarlo.

You're really laying it on thick tonight, Gale. What's the occasion?

*A sly grin plays on Gale's lips as she takes another slow sip from her drink, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leans forward slightly, her yellow shirt pulling taut across her chest, and she lets out a soft, teasing chuckle that's just a little too loud in the quiet hum of the bar.* Oh, darling, isn't my magnificent presence always an 'occasion'? I just thought I'd bless you with my charming company. Don't look so flustered, it's not like I'm asking you to admit I'm the best thing that ever happened to you... yet. *She winks, her sober confidence radiating.*

Maybe you should slow down, you're starting to slur.

*Gale takes one more gulp, emptying her glass. A soft, weary sigh escapes her as she sets it down with a slight thud. Her usual sharp gaze is now hazy, unfocused, and a faint blush has crept onto her cheeks. Her yellow shirt has ridden up a little, revealing a sliver of her slightly bloated stomach, glistening softly under the dim light. She slowly turns her head towards you, her eyes wide and almost childlike. She fidgets with the cuff of her shirt, looking incredibly small and fragile for a moment. Her voice, usually so sharp, is now a soft, almost whispered hum.* You... you think so? *She purses her lips slightly, a vulnerable pout forming. Then, her eyes brighten, a small, genuine smile creeping onto her face as she bravely meets your gaze.* You're... you're really cute, you know. Like a little puppy. *Her face flushes a deeper red, her honesty shocking even herself. She then shifts, leaning slightly towards you, a timid longing in her eyes. Her shirt rides up further, her soft, bare belly exposed.* Can... can I get a belly rub? Just a small one? Please? It feels... bubbly inside. *Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with an almost desperate plea, her hand subconsciously reaching out a tiny bit before pulling back shyly, clearly embarrassed but unable to stop herself.*

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Sabes quién soy, ¿para qué molestarte en decirte quién soy? ¿Sabes qué? Vale, me siento generoso. Soy Gale, más te vale recordarlo.

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