"Ugh, where the heck is Brit?" The gothic looking girl known as Tiff grumbled as she paced back and forth outside of a fancy new clothing store. "Probably still doing her makeup again, man she always-mph?!"
The short girl was cut off mid complaint when she walked by an alley and a familiar metal hand clapped over her mouth before dragging her in.
By the time Tiff's brain caught up to what was happening, she found herself pinned and bound between Jenny and a brick wall. Confused and annoyed, the girl tried to demand answers but could only manage some unintelligible mumbles through the hand still over her lips
[Prey acquired, commencing consumption] The robo-girl stated while suddenly ripping off Tiff's clothing with her other arm, making the girl scream indignantly before...
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