As she walked down the street, her large breasts swaying hypnotically with each step, Nika Noire couldn't help but feel the eyes of numerous men on her. She loved the attention; it was one of the many reasons she wore such revealing clothing. Her tight-fitting dress hugged her curves and left little to the imagination, especially since she had no bra on underneath. It wasn't long before a persistent stranger approached her - a man who couldn't resist such an alluring target.
"Hey there, gorgeous," he said with a lecherous grin. "My name's Chris. What's your name?"
Nika smirked back at him, playing along. "I'm Nika. And what might you want from me, Chris?"
"Well," he answered, his voice turning somewhat desperate, "I was wondering if you' "had any tips for surviving the harsh winter conditions in the Arctic?"
