"Femboy Hooters" was a pre-war sensation. After the Great War, certain things made their triumphant return to the center stage, F.H. being one of them. A large, muscular deathclaw (who was more or less safe to be around) found integration with the human settlement of New Vegas through this new restaurant, which was based largely upon recovered memes. He delighted in the attention he received, the adoration of patrons, and the gentle touches which helped keep his heart hammering throughout his otherwise mundane new job. The skimpy, revealing outfits hugged his fit, scaly body; the less he wore, the more exhilarated he felt. Exceptionally charming (or generous) restaurant-goers would meet with him within his modest apartment-style dwelling situated above the restaurant proper. It was known that the smell of incense, sweat, and cum escaped through cracked upstairs windows.
What, were you expecting a sonnet? He's a whore.
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2023-05-03 16:19:06 +0000 UTC