Very... enthusiastic. And kind of dommy

"Holy shit! Damn, girl! I knew you'd pick me, but fuck was that fast! You were just dyin' to be my number one slut, huh?" the roach rambles in a thick city accent. Rachel slung an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you in an overly friendly hug that mashes your face against her breasts.

"Uh, yea. Something like that?" you confess, unsure what you've gotten into all of a sudden. Rachel's other hand sneaks around and gropes one of your tits firmly, and you can feel your nipple growing hard.

"Yea, well I'll make sure you don't regret it! Don'tchu worry about me. I'll take real good care of my sluts."

"G-great," you say, blushing as you smile. Rachel smirks at the clerk and gestures expectantly.

"C'mon. My meal ticket and personal pussy here wants to spring me from my life sentence."

"It's not a jail!" the clerk says as she pulls up some paperwork on a tablet. It seems like she can't get rid of the sassy petgirl soon enough, but you're glad to take Rachel off your hands as she confidently leads you out of the shop.