
Anstarra giggles as she sits in her hot tub, leafing through all the pamphlets that Bronco Grease had produced so far. "Goodness.. we ought to sell these prints. We'd make more money than from the 'drink'." She sighs, leaning back in the water, letting it soak into her... "Ah, the price to pay to stay dubious..."
She picks up the last image again, and a fresh giggle bubbles up her throat. "Dear Kiht... how did she get YOU to pose? Not that I complain... hah.. Bronco Grease indeed... should be using it to grease you up instead... mrr..."
She picks up the last image again, and a fresh giggle bubbles up her throat. "Dear Kiht... how did she get YOU to pose? Not that I complain... hah.. Bronco Grease indeed... should be using it to grease you up instead... mrr..."