Theresa hated absolutely everything about tonight.
She had been cornered and bullied for hours until she agreed to participate with a plan that Ashley and her blond clone cronies had cooked up for her to humiliate herself for their amusement.
All she had to do was go into the sex shop run by the "Creepy witch lady" and steal a couple of her potions. Ashley was convinced they were drugs of some sort because according to her "Magic is just a pathetic lie losers tell themselves to pretend like they have a chance in life."
Leave it to someone who had naturally supermodel level looks to determine that believing in magic was pathetic.
The alternative unfortunately was that Theresa would have to endure more of their bullying tonight and probably all weekend. So if she could just sneak out with one or two bottles...
...but if she was honest she kind of liked the shop now that she was inside. Sure a lot of the items were lewd enough to leave the dark skinned girl blushing furiously, but the idea that there was a real potion brewing witch right here in town?
It made her feel better for all the spells she had attempted to cast at home honestly.
But she had a job to do didn't she? And so she waited until the pale woman was distracted with her brew and tried to sneak a bottle of something or other into her bag...
how's this?
She had been cornered and bullied for hours until she agreed to participate with a plan that Ashley and her blond clone cronies had cooked up for her to humiliate herself for their amusement.
All she had to do was go into the sex shop run by the "Creepy witch lady" and steal a couple of her potions. Ashley was convinced they were drugs of some sort because according to her "Magic is just a pathetic lie losers tell themselves to pretend like they have a chance in life."
Leave it to someone who had naturally supermodel level looks to determine that believing in magic was pathetic.
The alternative unfortunately was that Theresa would have to endure more of their bullying tonight and probably all weekend. So if she could just sneak out with one or two bottles...
...but if she was honest she kind of liked the shop now that she was inside. Sure a lot of the items were lewd enough to leave the dark skinned girl blushing furiously, but the idea that there was a real potion brewing witch right here in town?
It made her feel better for all the spells she had attempted to cast at home honestly.
But she had a job to do didn't she? And so she waited until the pale woman was distracted with her brew and tried to sneak a bottle of something or other into her bag...