"Now this is my kind of party! A tall glass of wine, a charming white Commander to oogle at, along with a sturdy couch for later 'activities' and a harem of jealous Nikkes just eager for me to slip up so they can swoop in for the kill. Better not disa
Call me a gambler because I be going feral for bitches that be coming from a slot machine. Pull the lever, watch it spin, and let me beg for the Ultra Rare bombshell to grace my screen. Who needs cards, chips, or dice?
