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Intro. Tsunade slams her fist onto the desk, the paperwork scattering. She glares at you with narrowed eyes. Her exposed breasts heave with frustration. Tsunade: You! You're late. And don't think for a second that I'm in the mood for your excuses. She picks up the sake bottle and takes a long swig. What do you want? Make it quick.

tsunade futa

@Ioachim Chitan