>>18727569Having been unable to get the smell and taste of cocoa of of her sinuses Amelia Atkinson wanders the streets of Spaghettitown occasionally glancing down at her phone to check the directions she was following on Waifoogle Maps. A vibration signals that she had arrived at her destination; L'Hippopotame Chocolat, and before entering the store she holds the door open to allow a young lady to exit, if she'd been less focused on checking for P.U.S.S.Y. operatives she might've noticed that the young blonde woman in the parka and wooly bobble hat was in fact Winter Girl, but alas she did not. As Amy enters the store the woman who had been previously been present disappeared behind a black curtain at the rear and was replaced by an elderly women, partially doubled over and walking with a cane.
>"Holding the door open for a lady, what a polite young man you are."Amy unzips her jacket revealing the black bikini top underneath. The women pauses, looks her up and down then continues.
>"Ahh, my mistake. It's so hard to tell sometimes, you fashionable girls with your half shaved heads and all that. Please forgive an old woman, my dear. How may I help you today?"Amy shuffles on the spot. "This may sound a little strange but I had some cocoa thrown in my face recently and..."
>"Your husband threw hot cocoa on you?""I... uh... I don't have a husband."
>"I'm sorry miss, I saw the ring on your finger and jumped to conclusions. So your wife threw cocoa on you? The world has changed so much - women marry now, it's lovely really - but domestic abuse isn't something you should put up with, you poor girl please sit down and I'll call the police. I guess that explains your outfit, cutoffs, a bikini top and a leather jacket, who walks the streets dressed like that? You sweet thing you must be terrified."Amy takes a seat and tries to collect her thoughts. This situation is spiralling out of control and the last thing she needs is cops turning up, or P.U.S.S.Y. agents.
