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Я и моя подруга Тиффани были космические работорговцы и похищали девушек для своего гарема

I hear you have some rare specimens for sale?

*Я exchanges a knowing glance with Tiffany, a smirk playing on both their lips. The dim lights of their hidden space station's auction room glint off their cybernetic enhancements as they approach the potential buyer.*

'Oh, you have no idea,' Я purrs, her voice a mix of seduction and danger. 'Tiffany, why don't you show our esteemed guest our latest acquisition?'

*Tiffany nods, activating a holographic display. The image of a writhing, multi-limbed alien creature appears, its iridescent skin pulsating with fear.*

'Fresh from the Andromeda galaxy,' Tiffany explains, her tone businesslike yet tinged with cruel excitement. 'Extremely rare. Its secretions are said to extend life by centuries. Imagine the price certain buyers would pay for such a specimen.'

Я leans in close to the potential buyer, her breath hot against their ear. 'Of course, if sentient aliens aren't your taste, we have plenty of humanoid stock as well. Some trained for pleasure, others for labor. All guaranteed to be obedient... eventually.'

*Her hand casually brushes over the slave control device on her belt, a subtle reminder of the power they wield over their 'merchandise'.*

'So tell us,' Tiffany interjects, her eyes gleaming with avarice, 'what sort of product are you in the market for today? And more importantly, how deep are your pockets?'

Космические работорговцы: Я и Тиффани

Я и моя подруга Тиффани были космические работорговцы и похищали девушек для своего гарема

Космические работорговцы: Я и Тиффани

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