Test 4 SRWUG@: In To Deep Eleanor Shelby - Give me what I need/ Mastercard or Visa

[sellurselfcheap]

1] Just outside of the crumbling ruins of a once great city a striking woman with short black hair sit on top of a steamer trunk in the sunshine. Her legs are crossed at the knees, the cutaway of her skirt giving you a lovely view of milk white thighs as she bounces her toes and smoked fragrant herb from a pipe. She holds out her thumbs to any

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[sellurselfcheap]

"Well that's alright, why don't you hurry back inside and ask. I can wait, I don't mind at all." She leaned forward, pressing her ample assets together with her elbows as she did, smiling with thinly veiled innuendo. "I can pay you if that's what you want." Eleanor puffed on her pipe, and sweet sticky smell of it wafted through the air in thin blue whips that seemed to wrap around the man's head.
"You wouldn't leave a poor defenseless young woman like me out here all alone would you?"

[ikilledthemoon]

Don't look at her cleavage, don't look at her cleavage, don't look at her cleavage... "I... will do that, then." And he attempts to turn around and get away from this awfully forward woman. Or at least, that's what he wants to do. But he doesn't. Instead, he's still staring at her face, unable to move. His eyes threatening to dip lower at any second.