Give him the food

Almost hastily, Hannah handed over both foods to Cleetus, and to which he began eating like a madman. She stood there, keeping a straight face as he ate through everything she had offered with no etiquette.

By the time he was through consuming his meal, he let out a big burp. Hannah's face contorted out of disgust. "I suppose you're not good with manners," she said.

"Fuck manners," Cleetus replied, before he added, "But I don't think I'm done just yet."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"How about I take you down to Ace of Spades? I bet there's even more food made of humans!" he said.

"But... aren't women supposed to dress suggestively or something?"

"Well, duh. I'll buy you some clothes to try on and let's hope you appreciate them... even if you're so modest all the time." He told her with another grin.

Having left the Killing Grounds together, Cleetus and Hannah went into the streets to search for any clothing stores. Lucky for them, he found a high-quality fashion store, and he eagerly headed inside.

At the counter was a very attractive woman in a red strapless top, showing plenty of cleavage. She asked, "Hello, sir. Are you looking for anything nice to wear?"

"Me? Aw, hell no! I'm lookin' for some clothes for my lady friend," Cleetus replied, pointing over at Hannah. "We're heading out to Ace of Spades, and she wants to look nice," he added.

"Well, since you're more of a Deep South kind of guy, I might offer you an overall swimsuit and maybe some high heels, too." She told him.

An overall swimsuit?! Hannah thought to herself.

Cleetus was more than happy to get himself the outfit in question and quickly handed it over to her. Hannah bit her lower lip and asked, "Is this free?"

"Yes, everything here in Hell is free," the woman replied.

The young woman nodded before heading to a changing booth to get dressed. Once dolled up, she had kept her original clothes in a duffel bag that Cleetus offered her (which, thankfully, had zero body parts inside).

After exiting the booth, Cleetus let out a wolf whistle. "Looking good, Hannah," he said with a grin. "Though I bet you should've had your titties bigger," he added.

"I don't really want any plastic surgery; I'm comfortable with who I am; thank you very much." She replied, her cheeks blushing a bit.

Hannah then walked out of the store, with the already excited Cleetus following her out. He'd then take hold of one of her arms, and the two headed out for their destination.