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"Your butt is crushing meee." One second she'd been reaching for her dumb overpriced IPA, and the next—poof—death by cambion nerd ass. Which, ya know, all things considered, would not be a bad way to go. "You might notice this here's a booth. There's, like, ample seating." And there was no way her boney legs were all that comfortable.
"Need to work on your calves. Don'cha know thick thighs are in right now?” In this moment fully within the coquette devil persona, Riley bats her eyelashes, feigns a sip of Alex's skunk-stench beer. Like, okay. Beer's cheap, that's the main benefit -- so why try to get fancy beer that's still terrible, but now it's way more expensive? “Plenty’a girls out there would kill for this kinda treatment. Be grateful.” Yes, the legs are profoundly uncomfortable, but Riley's settled in now. Can't show weakness. "Answer my riddles three to be free."
