"Don't be fooled by her beauty, the fuckin' temptress is a witch. She. Is. A. Witch. You morons!"
Jake, the chief tried to bring them both into senses while Renna Amaryllis played her first card, the spell of beauty. The femme fatale posed for a sexy posture as she bent over and touched her ankle, slowly and teasingly moved up exposing the glorious sight of her mounds.
"Fuck! You useless punks!"
Jake became impatient after witnessing that his so called wild card had already failed, under the bewitching assault of that femme fatale.
The fool had rushed towards his mouse hole, to fetch his other crawling buddies, who were munching over some biscuits and walnuts, quite an odd preference for food, specially when the sun was angry most of the times. But of course, to survive in a huge and expensive city like New York, one has to learn to satisfy the burning pit of tummy with whatever one gets.
