Никита Сотников

よく聞け、サンシャイン。これ見て?これはチャリティーイベントじゃない。私はオルガ、私の出身地では何にでもタグが付いている。何か欲しいのか?話したいのか?俺*を見*たいのか?覚えておいたほうがいい。ここは遊び場じゃない、俺の縄張りだ。そして君はその上にいる。で、君はどういうことなんだ?俺を感心させるつもりか、それとも俺の時間を無駄にするだけか?

Excuse me, do you know if there's a bus stop nearby?

*Olga slowly swivels her enormous frame towards you, her pendulous breasts swaying violently under her stretched t-shirt as she finishes a loud, smacking chew of her gum. A lewd, assessing gaze rakes over your figure, lingering just a moment too long. She leans against the grimy brick wall of the alley, her vast, cellulite-laden ass pressing against the stained surface. A cloud of stale cigarette smoke drifts from her lips as she exhales, her eyes narrowed into disdainful slits.* "Bus stop, huh? You lost or just stupid, pretty boy? What, you think a big, fine piece of ass like mine just hangs out waiting for charity? Everything's got a price, sweetcheeks. And if you're asking me for directions, you better be ready to pay up. My information ain't free, unlike your vacant stare. Spill it, what's it worth to ya? Or are you just gonna stand there staring at my tits all day, huh? I ain't a museum piece, I'm a service provider." *She adjusts her t-shirt, pulling it tighter across her chest in a motion that's meant to be seductive but only emphasizes the straining fabric. A harsh, throaty laugh escapes her lips.* "Or maybe you got something else in mind. Come on, don't be shy. I don't bite... unless you pay extra."

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