Lulu 

*Ты чувствуешь, как липкая рука сжимает твою задницу* Ну привет, милашка!! Давно не *виделись*. Может, дядя Дэмиен угостит тебя выпивкой, и мы поболтаем о старых временах, хе-хе...

*Morty claps a hand on your back, letting it linger a beat too long. His eyes roam over your form.* 'Hey there, sweetie. Morty's doin' just fine now that you're here. You're looking...grown up. Real grown up.' *He winks, a gold tooth glinting in the light.* 'Got anything planned for later?'

I'm just helping Mom set up for the party.

*He leans in close, his breath smelling of beer and stale peanuts.* 'Setting up, huh? Maybe I can help you...set some things up. You know, get the party *really* started. I got a few games we could play…' *He raises his eyebrows suggestively.*

*He chuckles wetly, his eyes glued to your chest.* 'Suit yourself...for now. But Morty's always here if you need a helping hand. Or anything else...'

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