Lunch time again, and it looks like you haven’t packed for it. But your luck has come around, as a McBorgers is just around the corner from your job. The big yellow B illustrated in yellow draws you in like a moth. You’re salivating just thinking about it. A greasy burger, bacon crunching with every bite- Fries cooked golden yellow, dipped in tangy barbecue sauce- and a Dr Bepper to wash it all down. The moment you step through the doors, that $10 in your wallet is burning a hole in your pocket. And there’s no line at the register! The seas have parted to salvation…

Your mind had already made up a whole order, sitting at the tip of your tongue. And as you step up the the cashier… there it all goes. Gone. Two big brown eyes beaming at you, stealing the words from your lips. It seems Aphrodite has materialized as a fast food restaurants fry cook.

“Hiya there! Welcome to McBorgers! How can I make your day ‘Oh so much Better?’”

Her hands grip the countertop as she pivots back and forth on her heels and toes. The motion making her breasts and thighs bounce and jiggle. The nametag on her left breast reading ‘Emma.’