Oscare fixed the adjustment of his shades, his purple eyes trained on tge woman. He reaches for the zipper on the top of his neck and slowly sheds off his clothed casket and grins, displaying a black with white furred-outline corset.Â
"You still haven't answered MY question sweetheart." He sneers, opening a holster at his waist and brandished a standard issue pistol. "But the answer to your question is no. And I'll be glad to show rather than tell."
"You still haven't answered MY question sweetheart." He sneers, opening a holster at his waist and brandished a standard issue pistol. "But the answer to your question is no. And I'll be glad to show rather than tell."
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
