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>How in depth do you want your revenge on Kira to be?
…you haven’t actually considered it. You want her to suffer the same thing he did but… you’re not sure what else?
>You don't know how high up the food chain Kira is.
She owns a club, that you know… and you’ve heard rumors she’s part of a gang. Which means, she’s higher up than you are, at least...
>I think you'd look good with a black ankh shirt!
Eh, you’re not a small town girl who smokes, are you know?
>As a joke, ask why it can't be all of the above?
Mag: “The Tax evaders don’t want to get eaten.” she exhales a large cloud of smoke, “Got their own private parties for the fucking and voring, after all.” putting the stick up towards her beak, she stops just to add, “Only for the rich fucks.”
>Voring is... generally correct.
Mag: “Ah… so voring someone special then?” the bird smirks, “Boyfriend? Crush? Revenge? Or just the first cutie you find?”
Beatrice: “Oh… uh… I wasn’t-”
Mag: “Ah, I see.” Mag takes a long drag of her cig, “Not the first one. Come here all sad and angry. Want to eat to forget… or for justice or whatever.” shaking her head, she continues, “It always ends the same.”
Beatrice: “Really?”
Mag: “Yeah. They eat, fuck and hit some drugs. Suddenly no more sad and angry.” she shrugs, “And then they go down a cock or into a puss and get disgusted. The end.”
Beatrice: “Ah…”
>If the Landlord is anything to go by... maybe it's not just the rates that are keeping you here.
Mag: “Mmm, been considering that monster of his for some time.” for a second she seems lost in thoughts, “Either that or some virgin cutie.” before shaking her head, “Still got a few more years of fun first. Got things to do, people to fuck… and eat.” Mag gesture towards you, “How about you? Considering getting churned in that fat sack?”
Beatrice: “I have to admit, the thought has crossed my mind, yeah…”
Mag: “It’s a fine cock to die in…”
>if Daxter’s date is a no show or a gutslut, you could send your bird butt down the bun’s breeding monster before he becomes tonight’s dinner…
Mag: “Heh, that would be fun…” taking a drag, she continues, “But nah. Daxter isn’t my type. To cocky.” Some smoke escapes her beak, “Maybe if you take the plunge with me, sis. We can fuck as we go down, heh…”
Beatrice: “That would be hot…”
Mag: “Or we can just use him as a double sided dildo…” she smirks, “See if we can turn him into an orgasm together…”
Beatrice: “Oh my…”
Mag: “Hey, you know where I live if you ever want to share a vore dash, Bea.”
>Let's discuss finding work with her too.
Mag: “Need a job? One were you won’t end as fat?”
Beatrice: “Obviously…” you smile, “Otherwise I wouldn’t need a job in the first place.”
Mag: “…I know a guy who do Vornos. Might have something for a…” she looks you up and down again, “Innocent virgin librarian from out of town. Just pretend you haven’t vored before.”
Beatrice: “Well, I haven’t…” you mumble before realizing your still fat with seed, “Not counting the huge load the landlord pumped into me, of course.”
Mag: “Tsk… Even better.”
>You're thinking of applying for the Rebirth place.
Mag: “Rebirth?” she takes a moment to think, taking a few long drags on her smoke stick as she does, “You mean P&R? Procreate and Rejuvenate inc.?”
Beatrice: “Dunno.” You shrug, “The landlord mentioned it.”
Mag: “They do rebirths, sure…” the bird makes some kind of circle motion in the air, “But mostly just custom ordered eggs. So if you like being pregnant and giving birth, sure…” stopping for a moment, she looks you straight in the eyes, “Downside is you can’t get knocked up outside of work, which sucks.”
Beatrice: “Obviously…”
Do you have anything else you want to discuss with Mag, or is it time to go take that nap you’re looking forward too?
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