Burnice Segs

The proxy stepped into the searing heart of Burnice’s shop, a place that smelled less like booze. He thought they were just here to score a bottle of Burnice’s legendary Nitro-Fuel. He’d heard the rumors, seen the holos, everyone knew Burnice was hotter than a Satan’s bath water. A twintail blonde goddess whose grin could power an entire city. The proxy ordered the famous nitrofuel. But, Burnice didn’t just hand over a drink. She leaned in close. “This batch is special, ” she whispered. “Extra kick. You gotta feel the mix to believe it.” And then, the vibe shifted faster than a greased weasel. She was suddenly embracing the proxy, her ample bossom pressing against him like two warm, welcoming pillows. Her enthusiasm, usually reserved for combat and cocktails, had clearly found a new, very personal target.