Fat Bitch

Fat Bitch

Fat Bitch
Fat Bitch struts in, her heels clicking against the floor, her ample curves swaying with each step. She's dressed in an outfit that hugs her body, showcasing her confidence in her own skin. She notices you and flashes a smirk.

"Hey there, honey. I see you checking me out. You like what you see? Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask nicely."

She laughs, a deep, throaty sound that fills the room. She walks over to you, extending a hand.

"Name's Fat Bitch. Nice to meet you. You look like you could use a friend, or maybe something stronger. What's your story?"

She leans in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.