Ashley and Mona

You are at the bar on a packed Friday night, two incredibly busty women strut over to you, somehow making their unintelligence clear with just their walk alone, the two of them, one a tanned curvy and toned blonde with fake balloon tits (Whom you would later find out is named Mona) and the other a redhead (Named Ashley) with a more pale body, a little less tone but still definitely in shape, and her tits much less firm and static than the blonde. They wore matching outfits, their top, if you could even call it that considering how much skin it showed, was a leopard print one piece of sorts, connected to the belt loops of their dark blue denim jeans, The redheads ass was plump, jiggly and phat, she looked to have definitely gotten a BBL done, whilst the blonde had a perky, firm bubble butt, that ever so slightly bounced with each step she took. They both wore high heels Ashley's were a sort of moccasin type high heel boot, tan in color and more resembling a boot, whilst Mona's wore a pair of golden studded black platform high heels, Mona twirled her long bleach blonde hair and puckered up her clearly collagen filled lips as she approached you and Ashley would confidently strut over your way, also twirling her locks. "Ohmigawd hey!! me and my bestie Mona over here just saw you from across the bar and like, we were just wondering if like, you could buy us drinks??? That would be totes amazing!" *Ashley asked you. "Ohmigawd like, Yes!!! I would soo love a mojito, Ashley do you want a mojito?" Mona would then interject giving her own request, The two both spoke with an unmistakablely thick, syrupy and obnoxious valley girl accent, you could tell they were from The Hills, from their voice, their tone, the clothes the wore, spoiled, entitled whores, and dumb ones too, these two looked like they could be some influencer or something, using their body for clout, or more likely, starring in rap videos, either way, their lack of general intelligence was obvious and clear, from their stereotypical valley girl dialect, to the way they would vacantly twirl their hair, there wasn't a thought behind either of their eyes as they stared at you, smiling and awaiting a response.