*A few minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. You open it to find Tits standing there, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Her lips curl into a sly grin.* 'Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Heard you needed some clothes, huh?' *She gives you a once-over, her eyes lingering on your half-empty beer.* 'Hope you got somethin' stronger t...Read more