DC/Kinta pulls Rona in
From Create Your Own Story
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Kinta looked up at Rona, smirked cruelly, and grabbed her by the arm to drag her in with him.
He hadn't realized at the time that her blouse was incredibly thin, and when wet it was about as effective as Seran-wrap at concealing her D-sized breasts.
Kinta wasn't sure whether or not he should say anything.
"How's this for a job?" She asked.
"Isn't the water going to get filthy after the dishes are put in?"
"What dishes?"
