Balto leans in and smells her as she walks by.
Normally, anyone would probably be weirded out by the sentiment, but Shotgun took pride in taking care of her long, luscious looks and she turned to facing him, “Oh, you noticed?” The bubbly Turk leaned forward as she gripped the strap of her gun against her shoulder, “I changed up my shampoo. I’m really liking it. The scent is so nice and my hair is so soft.”













