Rache FeydRatha

"Whats a good-looking clone doing in a place like this?"she inquired of me, looking demurely over her glass of quaffe and vodka. It was hard to tell where the chins ended and the rolls of fatty busom began. Hair and what appeared to be a jelly doughnut sprouted from her armpit and a strange seductive smell eminated from her, like two day old beer mixed with lavender scented oil. I was just drunk enough to want her...badly.