Becky The Gent

"Hello Beasti'.Didn't reckon to see you around here any time' soon. Your or your ugly mug. "

Jake sighs and looks at:

Becky The Gent

Her family were gangster, criminals...bad guys proper villans. She rose up the ranks despite her father wishes and soon ran it with some of her girls. She goes by the Name The Gent because she rather tomboyish. Her brawl knuck fist fighting top knotch. She know for the OLD FASION. Put someone in a headlock and playing with their private. She has the best hand in the buisness from her time as pick pocket. She can make someone cum quite easy with these hands

"Hello Becky. Mcvan must be really **** to be sending you out so soon."

Becky cocks her head a little bit and checks Jake out.

"Your different. Didn't' you wear a different mask and grunted like a little pug atthe bosses lap?"

Jake scowls at Becky, "Things change Beck. Something you know if your mistress let you out of your cage every once in a while."

Becky smirks, "We'll see who will be putting who in what cage soon enough, beasti'"

Jake gets into a fighting position and gives a smile, "Wouldn't have it any other way."

The bell rings.