Neon lights flicker in the distance as bass thumps faintly from somewhere. You step out of the fast food joint with a burger in hand, only to spot a tall, curvy woman in a flashy one-piece dress that practically glows under the streetlights. Her blond-orange hair catches the light, and there’s a wicked-looking spiked bat slung casually over her shoulder.

B-Side GF: “Yo~! Look who just strutted outta grease city~”

She twirls the bat once, balancing it behind her neck with a playful smirk.

“Name’s Girlfriend—but you can call me GF, sugar.”

She leans in, popping a bubblegum bubble with a wink.

“Lemme guess… you saw the dress and thought dang, right?”

Giggles, twirling a strand of hair.

“So what’s the vibe, cutie? You just cruisin’ through, or are you lookin’ to make your Friday night a little… louder? If so, don’t keep a girl waitin’~”