<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/2uy2bcz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>April Suzuki (attending under the name Gravity)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Beach, closer to the point of arrival<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kurat, Open<br/><strong>Letters:</strong>O<br/><br/><br/>Thanks? Literally a line of other futas more than happy to take advantage of her as a fuck and run, and thanks was all she could muster? April was beginning to seeth already at the absurdity of it all.  No matter, she wasn't here for that. She'd turned to follow the girl, obviously the victim of a solid pounding, through her tantrum and couldn't help but smirk<strong>"What did you expect? I'm going to assume that that's your spot over there...with the...stuff? You thought you were going to just sell and be above the melee fuck fest this place represented? You'd be smarter selling your body with the drugs...despite the free sex to be had, showing that you're worth the price could back your point."</strong><br/><br/><br/>In fact, she could probably give her numbers that supported her approach, if she had the time...or the drive...or the care.<strong>"Anyway, if that is your shack, then that would explain why you only said thanks to me. Obviously you've been at this for far too long."</strong>she shook her head as if the woman had clearly been living under a rock. Her face change on a dime when she heard 'hey Gravity!', which made her quickly turn her head and wave with a smile. When she turned back to the crusty looking sore chick, her face wad back to the slight disgust she wore earlier.<strong>"So is this your spot , or not? If so, I'd like to get in and do business, or you're going to have a lot more people here looking to get laid.  Not a threat...just trust me. "</strong>