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>Beatrice, you need to befriend this cool bird.
Huh!? What? Why? You guess you can try?
>Is that just a normal cig or something more interesting?
Looks like a normal smoke stick. Smells like one too.
>We should do drugs.
You know that “When in Viron city” is a saying, but you just got here! At least get some sleep first, geez…
>Not unless there's a huge wad of cum in your phonebook.
Bird Punk: “Tsk…” there’s a slight smile hidden behind that hair, “And before being cum?”
Beatrice: “I have no idea.” you rub your belly, “Landlord got to them first.”
Bird Punk: “Oh?” the bird takes a long drag on her smoke stick, “Probably Susie then.”
Beatrice: “I was told she was living here until today…” you gesture towards your new apartment door, “But she didn’t pay the rent on time.”
Bird Punk: “Definitely Susie.” the two of you lock eyes for a moment, “A week rent?”
Beatrice: “A week rent, yeah.” you chuckle before asking, “…you knew her?”
Bird Punk: “For a week.” She shrugs “We hanged. I ate her out. Did some drugs.” before giving your belly a poke, “Not surprised she toke the plunged. Spoke about it more than once.”
Beatrice: “Oh.”
Mag: “I’m Mag, by the way.”
Beatrice: “Beatrice. Call me Bea.”
>No tenants currently renting out my belly apartment currently… buuuut there’s available space and you seem like a good fit~
Mag: “No.” her voice is sharp and to the point, “You always this forward?”
Beatrice: “Worth a shot?”
Mag: “But no.” the Varkian audibly slaps her ass, “This rump was made to go down a cock. Nothing else too it.”
>Someone eat the bunny while we were gone?
Mag: “The bun?” she raises an eyebrow, “You mean Daxter?”
Beatrice: “Yeah, that guy.” you smirk, “He said he was waiting for a date?”
Mag: “Did spot him coming in with someone.” she mumbles while looking away, “Might be food, might not.” Another shrug, “Can’t say if Daxter or his date will be the pred. Might just fuck.”
Beatrice: “…so… you think he got any chance living up to his hype?”
Mag: “Tsk… he’s a bun.” she gives you a wink, “You know how those beasts can fuck. So possibly?”
>She know the the two hecklers outside, or just shop in the same place?
Mag: “The fish and lizard?”
Beatrice: “Yeah.”
Mag: “Sure.” taking a moment, she puffs her cig, “We’re friends. We fuck.” she does some kind of circular gesture with her hand, “And other things.”
Beatrice: “Right…” you sigh, “Anything I need to look out for?”
Mag: “The fish guy breeds like crazy.” she muses, “The lizard girl squirts a guy like twice a week.” and another shrug, “Other than that, they are harmless.”
Beatrice: “Ah…”
>Cause we'd love some fashion tips, piercings and all.
Mag: “Hmm?” her eyes travels across your body, “You do have that librarian look. Cute.” before stopping at eye level with you, “But doesn’t fit Viron city.”
Beatrice: “Which is why I’m asking.”
Mag: “Sure… we can hang sometime…” once more, she shrugs, “Talk clothes and piercings.” followed by a drag of her smoke stick, ”Got nothing better to do.”
Beatrice: “Then it’s a date!”
Mag: “Date? Tsk…” she smirks, “Only if we fuck afterwards.”
Beatrice: “Oh… err… that wasn’t… right.”
Mag: “So, why are you here?”
Beatrice: “Huh?” you’re caught off guard by her question, “Oh, this apartment was right-”
Mag: “In Viron City.” She gives your belly a quick poke, “There are only three reasons to come here.” before slowly rubbing it, ”Fucking or Voring.”
Beatrice: “…and the third reason?”
Mag: “Tax evasion.” a smile flashes across her beak, “But you’re not rich enough for that.” and disappears just as quick, “So… why are you here, Bea?”
Beatrice: “Um…”
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