>>18758050>Yeah, yeah.. happy birthday, or bris, or whatever it is we’re meant to celebrating in this dump>Doesn’t Cammy live here now? Which room is hers? No, don’t tell me, I’ll it myself Masala quickly darts up the stairs, her face lights up when she sees C.A.M.O. exiting a room at the end of a hall lined with pink doors.
Surprisingly it’s unlocked.
>Hehe, jackpot!Spotless, sparsely decorated, the room of a career soldier.
There’s a small bed that’s been made with military precision; it’s as hard as a brick, but it’s Cammy’s so Masala joyfully rolls back and forth over it.
Out of the corner of her eye she spies a dresser.
>Panty senses tingling! She starts to slide open the dresser. There’s an ominous click. Followed by a blinding light. Then a deafening bang that reverberates throughout the entire villa.
