John swigged the rest of his beer and slid off the barstool, then ran his fingers through his hair and turned…almost face planting into a large pair of breasts squeezed into a black corset and bustier. He craned his head, only moderately surprised by the woman towering over him. Hadn’t she been clear on the other side of the bar, nearly 15 to 20 yards away, barely a second ago?
“Well hey there, what’s a place like you doin’ in a girl like this…?” John cursed inwardly “I mean-“
John stopped abruptly as an almost milk white finger with a long black nail was placed on his mouth.
“Oh you’ll do nicely.” Morgana purred “Now how about I take you to a nice dinner and you try to not use bad pickup lines.”
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