“Hiiiiii.” A loud, tipsy voice slides between us. We’re overrun by a group of girls sporting crooked halos and fluffy wings, all in various stages of undress—or maybe that’s the entire point of their translucent-white costumes—and long eyelashes framed by a thick caking of glitter bat my way. The majority of her friends crowd the bar, giggling while I hear one trying to get the attention of a little piggie I’d like to fuck as she presses her tits together. On the other side of the girl swaying in front of me is a matching outfit of minuscule proportions belonging to a girl who is her clone.
Uh oh, not the gaggle of trashy WOMEN to ruin everything
