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I can’t take my eyes off of her, my heart pounding in my chest as she finally gets down on all fours and crawls over to me. Her movements are slow and sensual, her hips swaying in a deliberate rhythm that seems to draw me in. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and cheap perfume. Keep doing well and you could be kept on until the end of time.”

“Or at least until these silly humans blow themselves up,” she grimaces. I like older men,” she says, her voice low and sultry. Having completed the transformation, she sits down in the chair and motions for me to sit on the couch opposite. I don’t mind,” she says. The bartender, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, looks up from the glass he’s polishing and raises an eyebrow. “Sorry,” she says, her lips curling into a sly smile.