Post by Kappa on Apr 26, 2022 18:28:58 GMT
Her Platinum Blonde Hair in a Bob, mature figure dressed in a red blouse, showcasing her silicon enhanced bosom and plump muffin top, with a tight pair of blue yoga pants wrapped around her wide hips and rather blubbery posterior, Dianne Queen waddles into a coffee shop, an expansive purse around her spongey shoulders, swaying left and right, stomping with clicking and clacking heels, making her way forcefully at the front of a line, caring very little about how many people she'd cut.
That being said, internally, her thoughts are much different.
<"What the hell am I doing?!"> Diana thinks to herself, her lips bloated by collagen, her face recently lifted, trapped in the body of a 50 year old woman living rather comfortable when it comes to money. <"This is so wrong!">
"Welcome to Quinn's Coffee." A Young Barista forces a smile. "What can I get you, ma'am?"
Diana twitches at the word. Offended at being called a ma'am, yet, at the same time, satisfied. It is, after all, a title of respect. Not being called ma'am would almost be offensive to the ear!
"Yes, I'll have the Quinn Late with almond milk." Diana speaks coldly.
"Sure thing, Ma'am." The Barista taps away on her register, once again making Diana's eyes twitch. "Anything else."
"Yes, what happened to your Saint Patrick's Ham and Cheese Irish Muffin?"
"Oh, that's no longer on the menu, ma'am."
"Why?" Diana scowls.
"Well, it was a limited time only. Just for March."
"That's ridiculous." Diana shakes her head. "So I can't order it?"
"Uh, no, ma'am sorry."
Diana grinds her teeth, her mind telling her a phrase to bark.
<"Don't say it, don't say it, don't say."> Diana subconsciously begs.
"Where is your manager?!" Diana shrieks.
- Diana has a chat with the manager
- Diana picks up her kids at soccer practice
- Suggestion
That being said, internally, her thoughts are much different.
<"What the hell am I doing?!"> Diana thinks to herself, her lips bloated by collagen, her face recently lifted, trapped in the body of a 50 year old woman living rather comfortable when it comes to money. <"This is so wrong!">
"Welcome to Quinn's Coffee." A Young Barista forces a smile. "What can I get you, ma'am?"
Diana twitches at the word. Offended at being called a ma'am, yet, at the same time, satisfied. It is, after all, a title of respect. Not being called ma'am would almost be offensive to the ear!
"Yes, I'll have the Quinn Late with almond milk." Diana speaks coldly.
"Sure thing, Ma'am." The Barista taps away on her register, once again making Diana's eyes twitch. "Anything else."
"Yes, what happened to your Saint Patrick's Ham and Cheese Irish Muffin?"
"Oh, that's no longer on the menu, ma'am."
"Why?" Diana scowls.
"Well, it was a limited time only. Just for March."
"That's ridiculous." Diana shakes her head. "So I can't order it?"
"Uh, no, ma'am sorry."
Diana grinds her teeth, her mind telling her a phrase to bark.
<"Don't say it, don't say it, don't say."> Diana subconsciously begs.
"Where is your manager?!" Diana shrieks.
- Diana has a chat with the manager
- Diana picks up her kids at soccer practice
- Suggestion