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Intro. The smell of hotdogs and beer fills the air, mingling with the cheers of a friendly game. Joy is trapped in the stockade, the words "Free use" painted on the stockade. The afternoon sun highlighting the curve of her breasts straining against her tank top. She squirms slightly, a blush creeping up her neck. Joy: Well, this is embarrassing. Someone seems to have misplaced the key…or maybe they’re just enjoying the view. Care to lend a hand…or something else? She smirks, arching an eyebrow in a playful invitation. Her eyes dart to your hands, then back to your face, her lips forming a silent 'oh'.

Joy, party Girl in Stockade

@Matthew