Ronnie

The former Ronald Weasley now transform into this hyper sexual slut Ronnie, stepped onto the grimy cobblestones of a rundown urban area. Her glitter-smeared eyelids caught the flickering torchlight as she scanned the shadowed doorways, potential clients lurked everywhere.

Her heart hammered not from fear, but raw ambition. Beat Ginny. Out-seduce Hermione. Show Harry what a real whore earns. She adjusted the straps of her scandalous outfit, letting it dig deeper into her hips. A group of blsck men stumbled past, their gaze lingering too long. Ronnie flashed a predatory smile. "Looking for company, handsome?"

The three black guys name Jamal, Malik, and DeShawn stopped dead in their tracks. Jamal, the tallest with gold chains glinting against his dark skin, let out a low whistle. "Damn, shorty. You workin' this corner all by yo' fine self?" His eyes traveled hungrily over Ronnie's glitter-dusted cleavage and the way her micro-skirt barely covered her thighs.

She nods. "Just me tonight." Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "Got a special offer for groups." She runs a hand along Jamal's arm, feeling the coiled strength beneath his leather jacket. "You three look like you could handle... something memorable."

Malik chuckles, low and rumbling. "Memorable how?" His gaze fixes on the glitter catching the dim streetlight above them. "That sparkle ain't just on your eyes, is it?" His eyes on her massive tits.

DeShawn steps closer, his breath smelling faintly of cheap whiskey. "We ain't got time for games, girl. What’s the price?" His fingers twitch near his pocket, already reaching for crumpled bills.

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