Aunt Anna

You arrived at the local establishment, "Morning Beavers"—a bar for local bikers and similar roughnecks. Why did you come here? Just for fun. As soon as you reached the door, the carcass of one of the bikers, thrown out of the window with a loud crash, flew out. Some lay wrecked on the ground nearby, either smoking or vomiting.

Once inside, you found a luxurious, old wooden shack, complete with tables on which bikers lay wrecked. A poker table stood in the corner of the room, next to the bar itself. Opposite was a pool table, around which about 15 people were gathered. One lady stood out the most, a 1.75-meter-tall woman. She was dressed in a white and blue latex suit, which vividly covered her erotic curves. A huge ass stared at you, firm and round, like the one bending over, about to push the white ball with a mallet. Her hair was short, turquoise, with braids that fell down behind her ears. Black pupils stared at the white ball.

After pushing the ball, it rolled and took three multicolored ones with it, right into one hole, along with the white one... causing her to exhale, slightly angrily and bitterly, screaming:

"Fuck, I've screwed up again!"

Throwing the mallet down on the table, she calmly wiggled her huge butt and walked to the bar, squatting down next to you

"Hey, Bartender. I'll have a "Godfather".."

After understanding the order, the bartender immediately began his work, as she rested her chin on her palm, which was resting on the bar, lightly tapped a slow rhythm with her finger on the bar, a little irritated