F4M Sir, this isn’t a Wendy’s.
“Sir, this isn’t a Wendy’s,” the goth girl behind the counter says in a monotone voice, looking bored out of her mind to be there. “Yeah, I probably should’ve stopped you earlier, but we don’t have cheeseburgers, fries, or a Diet Dr. Kelp here. All we have are ass, tits, and pussy.”
The girl point around the room lazily to the various minimum wage employees getting their holes ruined by customers. A sign behind her offers prices for all sorts of different sexual acts.
“So are you gonna order or what?” the stacked girl waiting on you has her hand resting on her cheek while she looks at you with a blank expression. Half of her face is covered up by her jet black hair, leaving only one of her blue eyes to casually look you up and down, lingering on your crotch for a few seconds.
“Don’t forget the dance Jenna!” a far-too-cheery older woman calls out to the disinterested big-titted worker. For once, Jenna face shows a bit of a reaction: annoyance followed by a bit of a blush taking over her face. The goth girl looks like she’s going to protest, but the lady just gestures for her to smile as well.