Consider the following:
You are at a grimy dive bar. The kind that serves booze cheap, is lit mostly by neon beer signs, and which would be a blinding, lurid green colour if anyone ever dared shine a UV light around. After your third drink, you are propositioned by one of the regulars:
>it's Pipkin Pippa
Pippa wants sex with you, right now, if possible, but it's abundantly clear she's coming down hard from a week long meth binge.
Pros:
>Pippa enthusiastically wants your dick
>dat meth pussy gon' be divine
>she'll buy you drinks after
cons:
>the last fix she got was discarded meth from a dumpster three hours ago. She still stinks of the dumpster
>her eyes are bloodshot. She hasn't slept in days
>she is clearly armed
>her hair is an absolute mess
>she's twitching and fidgeting from withdrawal
>She insists on fucking you in the bathroom stall
>there's a red mark on her legs that suggests she's currently on her period
Will you the Pippa?
