Poor Hera was involved in a laboratory accident at work, and came home in pretty bad shape.
I wasn’t about to waste this opportunity. So I sent her downtown to keep propositioning random strangers.
At least she didn’t hit on that guy afterward!
FINALLY a single person. Although unfortunately his name is Jasper. A name which I have associated with a really big hog ever since childhood.
He was really into her, too. Despite – or perhaps because of – what must have been a very strong odor of charred flesh. Also, dude is totally staring at her bewbs in that picture. (But, like, how could you NOT stare, under the circumstances?)
“Hey baby, wanna come back to my place and get all smudged with soot and carbonized fabric?”