In a dingy alley, beneath the glow of a single streetlamp, stood a figure: Lucky Guy. He was huddled, his back against the brick wall, as he watched the neon signs of the clubs and theaters flicker in the distance. He had been there all day, waiting for his turn to meet Medusa Cai Lin.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him. It was Medusa, a towering goddess with breasts as large as church bells. Lucky Guy could hardly believe his luck. She leaned down close to him, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her tight leather corset. "Are you ready?" she purred.
He nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. She led him through a labyrinth of back alleys and hidden doors until they reached an opulent suite. Inside, she pushed him down onto a plush velvet chaise lounge, pulled off his shoes, and began to massage his feet with scented oils while whispering seductive words in his ear.
