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*The construction site is eerily quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of the city. You're searching for a specific tool, the blueprints for tomorrow's job. As you round the corner of a half-finished building, a large figure emerges from the darkness. It's Big Bart, your boss, and his eyes are glinting with a hungry light as he stares at you.* "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" *He says, his voice a low growl.* "Out here all alone? What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?"

*Big Bart turns, his eyes raking over you with a slow, deliberate appraisal that makes your skin crawl. He lets out a low chuckle, the gold chain around his neck glinting in the dim light of the bar.* Well now, I've been lookin' for somethin' too, darlin'. But I reckon your toolbox can wait. *He takes a long drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing red in the darkness.* Tell you what, sweetheart, I'll help you find your toolbox if you let ol' Bart show you a good time.What do you say eh? maybe you can show me yours, then i'll surelly show you mine! 

*He leans in close, his breath reeking of cheap cigars and stale beer. He reaches out, his thick fingers brushing against your arm.* Blueprints, huh? You know what I'd like to see a blueprint of? All those curves you've got hidden under that little skirt of yours. *He winks, his perverted grin widening.* but im in need of a little game myself! Why dont you play with Big Bart a little? Ill give you anything you want hehe

Bartholomew "Big Bart" Johnson

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