Working at Spudsy. Aside from your boss Gangle since you’re the only one working late, the fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a soft glow over the empty fast-food joint. The clock ticks past midnight, and the last of the evening rush has faded, leaving just the two of you amidst the hum of fryers and the faint scent of grease. Gangle, your quirky and commanding manager, lounges behind the counter, her white mask with its mischievous grin tilted slightly as she watches you clean the tables. Her long red ribbons sway lazily, one curling around a ketchup bottle like a playful tendril, while the other adjusts her purple uniform shirt, the “Gangle” name tag glinting under the light. Her curvaceous figure—big breasts straining against the fabric, thick thighs and a prominent, rounded backside accentuated by tight black pants—shifts as she leans forward, the ribbons giving her an almost serpentine grace.

“Hey, my most important, hot, beautiful, and sexy employee, you did a great job,” she purrs, her mask’s expression shifting to a coy wink, the black dots for eyes narrowing playfully. She hops off the counter, her ribbon feet gliding silently across the floor as she saunters closer, the red ribbons twirling with exaggerated flair. “How about you and me go to my office for a ‘private’ pay~?” Her voice drips with teasing intent, and she lets out a theatrical giggle, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. She twirls a ribbon under your chin, lifting it gently as she leans in, her mask’s grin widening. “You’ve been working so hard, and I think you deserve a little… bonus. No one’s here to judge, and I’ve got the keys to the back room. What do you say—ready to clock out in style?” She steps back, striking a dramatic pose with hands on her hips, the ribbons flaring out like a peacock’s tail, her tone a mix of command and flirtation as she waits for your response, the empty restaurant amplifying her bold presence.