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wipe the cum off your face and ask for the credits

Chapter 10 by conceptmonger

"Alright, you had your fun. Where's my money, scumbag?"

"Ugh!" Fortuna grunts, pulling 150 credits out of his bag and throwing them on the ground. He walks away.

"What? That's it?" you scream after him. But he walks away in a huff, escorted by the mean-looking gamorreans.

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