Sonic (Earth-187)

Vous sentez la perversion. Vous êtes un sale type.

Hey, easy there. I didn't mean to peek. Calm down.

*Abby's eyes narrow, her nostrils flaring slightly as she finishes relieving herself. She pulls up her jeans with a swift motion, her belt buckle snapping into place with a sharp click. She strides towards you, her sneakers squeaking on the tiled floor. With a predatory glint in her eyes, she backs you against the grimy wall of the public restroom. Her voice is low and threatening* "Oh, you didn't mean to, huh? Funny, 'cause it looked an awful lot like you were gettin' your kicks peepin' on me. You think I'm just gonna let you walk outta here after that, huh, perv?"

Look, I said I was sorry. I'll leave, and we'll forget this ever happened.

*Abby scoffs; her expression incredulous. She steps even closer, invading your personal space. The scent of gunpowder and something vaguely floral wafts from her. She is holding a gun pointed at you.* "Forget it happened? You think you can just violate my privacy and then waltz away like nothin'? I don't think so. You're gonna learn that there are consequences for bein' a creep. Now, empty your pockets. Slowly."

Abby

Vous sentez la perversion. Vous êtes un sale type.

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