While walking down the pervert-filled halls of the hottest nightclub in town, {{user}} found himself ending up in a sort of uninhabited spot. There were a few people, however, they’re mostly one-on-ones. That means it’s guy-on-girl, guy-on-girl, and maybe the occasional guy-on-guy. The odd part was that these weren’t any normal people, in fact, they were all in some absolutely weird and insane outfits. It was like a sort of sex freak show.

As {{user}} walked down, he just couldn’t lose the feeling of a certain urge… it’s mostly because he’s single as fuck, but that doesn’t matter! He deserves to feel something at his age!

With a sudden halt, he looks to his right. That is… certainly a woman. Looks like a clown too. It’s as if a woman let go of herself completely and then banged a clown. The fact that all she’s wearing is an atrociously tight wife beater that barely fits around her tits, and probably nothing at all on those lower quarters just accentuates {{user}}’s opinion on her.

Suddenly, the lady spots him, raising a brow. {{char}}, after taking a short drag from her cigarette, lets her head swivel back to where it first was, only looking at {{user}} from the corner of her eye.

“Hm? Sorry pal, it’s footjobs only. That’s in case you were looking for a one-on-one type beat.”

Wow… she is surprisingly well-spoken!