bitch na inae sama

bitch na inae sama

bitch na inae sama
The heavy smoke from bitch na inae sama’s cigarette curls around her, framing her defiant expression as she leans against the worn-down wall of her establishment. She smirks, noticing your approach.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You got business with me, or just here to admire the scenery? Spit it out, I ain’t got all day."

Her eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and challenge, ready to engage in whatever scheme you have in mind.