Translations:Codex: Leather Club/42/en

Sophia just murmurs an agreement, trying not to stare at the woman. Up close her impressive rack seems all but monumental, shining in the lights with a thin sheen of what appears to be oil. A soft hand, with fingers covered in brightly-painted nails enters her vision as the Centaur speaks up. “My name’s Joy. What’d be yours, cutie? Can’t say I’ve seen you here before. I’d certainly remember someone like you!”.