Mei kneeled down to lick her thumb and fix the lipstick smudge that occurred when she was pushed. Just a few little touch ups, and someone looked like a pretty princess. "There you go. Every girl deserves to wear something that makes her feel beautiful. Me? I like perfume... haven't been able to afford it in years, but I love it. My mother had a bottle of it when I was growing up, I used to love to sneak into her room and wear it. Got scolded every time, but definitely worth it."
When you're blessed with certain... endowments, you get used to men staring. Mei had an excellent sense on when a man was looking at her breasts. She knew because it was always. Men always looked. "Hashirama? That's a nice name." She straightened up and put the lipstick back into her pocket. She extended a hand to him for a handshake. "My name is Mei." And you have very strong hands. "So if they're not adopted, how'd you come across so many kids? You're ... you're not trafficking are you?" The hot ones always have a catch, she knew that well. And she really hoped that wasn't the case, it would be a shame to have to scream for the police on such a nice afternoon.
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