<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/vvfrihq69/Bimbo_Futa2.png)</div><hr/><strong><em>Karma</em></strong><hr/>Karma allowed herself to be led into the coffee house like a child being dragged by it's mother, stumbling after, looking everywhere besides where they were going with an expression off empty-headed awe. She was really quite striking, even for Dragonstone. The first thing most people noticed was usually either the big black horn sticking out of her forehead, or her unnaturally long arms and huge hands. Or sometimes her massive, gravity defying tits. Or failing that, the massive cock that her tiny thong was valiantly failing to contain.<br/><br/>It was really great that she'd met Jodee. She was super good at stuff like finding coffee. Karma had been in Dragonstone longer than Jodi had, her whole life in fact! But seeing as how she was a (sexy!) abomination of magitek gone awry rather than a normal person with parents and stuff, that wasn't actually very long. She knew plenty of stuff of course. Like how to strut and the right ways to rub things and the best things to rub, but some of the more basic activities of life still seemed to elude her.<br/><br/>It took Karma a few moments to realize they were at the counter, but once she did, she stepped up and addressed the barista in a singsong voice. "Karma wants a biiiiig coffeeeeee with lots of suugaaaarrr, and creeeeeeme and choc-o-lat sirrrr-up!" She clasped her huge, seemingly bony hands together gleefully in front of her bosom, clearly pleased with her decisiveness.<br/><br/>The barista rang up the order, then stared at Karma in silence for several moments. Karma stared back. "Um... you gotta pay?" she pointed to the readout on the register. Karma stared at it in confusion, then narrowed her eyes. She extended her hands towards the register, waggling her fingers as a look of intense concentration came over her face. With quick, yet incredibly gentle movements, she slid her huge fingers over the register, almost like one might stroke a lover's skin. The barista watched in confusion. After a few seconds, the register dinged, and a line of hearts made their way across the readout. A receipt printed. "I... what? What the fuck just happened?" The barista sputtered.<br/><br/>"Karma can rub<em>anything</em>!" Karma replied triumphantly. The barista sighed and tore off the receipt, passing it to the prep line.