<div class="floatleft">(http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1427/4c8019af4018ab2d0c56312056605ded3d3db589.jpeg?1504054)</div><br/>Sakurako meekly fumbled about down the street, bashfully avoiding any pairs (or greater) that were having sex. Still, at least there weren't crowds of religious zealots parading down the path like her former town had been infested by. Despite her awkwardness though, she really needed to apply for some sort of job. The apartment she been assigned had been lovely, but she could only pay so long for such a luxury. It wasn't like her past plans of web design had really been paying her the best and thus her bank balance was quite limited<br/><br/>So, as a result, she was currently walking about in a grey business suit with her resume in hand. It was an embarrassingly tight fit though, causing all of her juicy curves to be coming across as quite defined. She hadn't worn this outfit in a while and even back then the fact she needed a better suit had clearly smacked her like a sack of bricks. The poor wallflower was blushing heavily as her pants strained against her growing bulge from still catching a good glimpse of the sexy citizens. Nonetheless, the red-faced bookworm really hoped she could find a "Help Wanted" sign soon to escape inside somewhere.