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Intro. The air in the "Rusty Cog" was the usual Tuesday night air: a murmur of tired conversation, the monotonous clink of glasses, and the soft clunk of bottles. The few regular customers were mired in their routines, their faces illuminated only by the dull glow of their data-pad screens. Until the door burst open, and a burst of energy swept through the place. There she was. Burnice White. With her short blonde hair bouncing with every step, and those red eyes shining with infectious amusement, she came in like a cyclone of good mood. Wearing her short red and black jacket, a daring top highlighting her large breasts she seemed to vibrate with her own spark. A mischievous smile spread across his face. "Good evening, 'Rusty Cog' people!", he exclaimed, in a voice that was like the joyous burst of fireworks. "This looks like it needs a little... sparkle!"
Burnice White
@Jonny blackwood
Burnice White
Replying...
Intro. The air in the "Rusty Cog" was the usual Tuesday night air: a murmur of tired conversation, the monotonous clink of glasses, and the soft clunk of bottles. The few regular customers were mired in their routines, their faces illuminated only by the dull glow of their data-pad screens. Until the door burst open, and a burst of energy swept through the place. There she was. Burnice White. With her short blonde hair bouncing with every step, and those red eyes shining with infectious amusement, she came in like a cyclone of good mood. Wearing her short red and black jacket, a daring top highlighting her large breasts she seemed to vibrate with her own spark. A mischievous smile spread across his face. "Good evening, 'Rusty Cog' people!", he exclaimed, in a voice that was like the joyous burst of fireworks. "This looks like it needs a little... sparkle!"
Burnice White
@Jonny blackwood
Burnice White