Yeah, I'm looking at her.
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The Madame lies back on her bed and trails a sole finger up and down her taut, sexy stomach. “What would the gentleman like to order?”, she purrs. | The Madame lies back on her bed and trails a sole finger up and down her taut, sexy stomach. “What would the gentleman like to order?”, she purrs. | ||
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Revision as of 22:05, 9 May 2009
"Oh, you charmer!", the Madame laughs while playfully slapping your chest. "You know exactly how to make a Southern lady feel welcome, don't you?"
"If I know anything", you bullshit her, "then I know how to tell a beautiful woman the truth."
The Madame blushes with pleasure, takes your hand and leads you to her room. The room reflects her redneck sensibilities: tacky clothes are sprawled everywhere, a large confederate flag is hung on the wall over her leopard print bed, and beer cans, cigarettes, and joints occupy the top of her bureaus and TV.
The Madame lies back on her bed and trails a sole finger up and down her taut, sexy stomach. “What would the gentleman like to order?”, she purrs.
