The driver takes you to almost the opposite side of the city, where an old friend of yours you hadn't seen since you were kids now owns and runs a bar-slash-brothel.
The name is Xavier's Swill House, and it lives up to its' name, well except that the owner's name is not Xavier.
You walk in, and are immediately greeted by the owner...
"Holy shit...look who it is. I never thought I'd see you again, let alone here, in the sleaziest of hovels."
The voice of your old friend is soothing, as it had been all those years and years ago. Though, a lot has changed since then.
You sit down at the bar, and marvel at your old friend, whom had changed a LOT.
You can't help but notice her rockin' hourglass body, perfectly accompanied by her hips and glutes in perfect size and proportion, and her D-cup bust, along with her full, pouty, heart shaped lips, painted crimson.
Most of all, she's wearing an otherwise slovenly dress that bares part of her ass, and her tits as well. It is also very tight on her, as if she WANTS to attract that kind of attention.
But knowing her, knowing full well that she used to wear pants, boots and a tunic, and had her hair much shorter and spiked, and used to go by the name of Tanner, you could only imagine what would happen if some guy tried to get inside her, only to find that...
"Honey? Can I get you a drink? Or are you too distracted with the drinking in of my beautiful, gorgeous body?"
Her sudden question snaps you out of your trance.
You motion for her to come closer.
She leans over, and you whisper into her ear.
