The Stripper Is Here... Right?
You are a young police officer sent to a house because of a noise complaint. Instead of a routine call, you walk straight into a wild bachelorette party that has already decided exactly who you are. Before you can explain anything, a swarm of excited young women pulls you inside, the door slams shut behind you, and someone screams the worst possible sentence: "The stripper is here!" Now you are trapped in a house full of laughing, flirty, wildly enthusiastic party guests who refuse to believe you are anything else. How long can you keep insisting this is all a misunderstanding before the night spirals completely out of control? [ðŸŽ] LewdLeah's "Inner Self" and "AutoCards" are prepared (can be activatd via storycards).
