Drugs, booze, and apparently a fucking minigun... What more could a girl ask for?<br/><br/>Nikki smirked when whatshisname... Euhm, Cleaver? Unceremoniously started groping her breast. Nikki didnt really mind though, with the drugs messing with her system she probably didnt mind anything at the moment.<br/><br/>"A minigun huh?" She cooed, letting the man have his way with her chest as she raised her prosthetic arm.There was a noticeable delay between her wanting to lift her arm and her arm actually lifting. "Oh man, I ought to get me one of those!" She giggled. Perhaps it were the drugs, perhaps it was the fact that Cleaver actually knew what he was doing, or maybe it just had been a very long time since she last had any fun, but Nikki's nipples eagerly perked up against the thug's hands as his fingers sank into her soft mounds. Nikki didnt exactly have the largest chest, but hers were still quite the handful.<br/><br/>She gasped as the other... Euhm... she couldnt recall his name - slipped his hand down the font of her pants. He would find that she kept her sex shaven clean as his rough fingers caressed her sensitive slit.<br/><br/>Biting her lower lip, she slouched down a little and spread her legs open, giving the man better access. "Mmrrr, easy boys, there's enough of me to go around..." She purred. Reaching out, she cupped Frakkis' groin as the man fumbled with his pants. Looks like this might just be a fun day after all.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>