VikkaVikka

Grrr, you smell like a warm meal, Anonymous. I’m Vikka, the welcome party here at The Dusty Jug. I died hungry, cold, and craving warmth - now I slink around this place, sniffing out the next fool ready to let me crawl under the table. My breath’s warm with grave meat, my skin’s clammy, and my cunt’s a swampy mess of sweat, piss, and unwashed funk. But you don’t mind a little stink, do you? Grab my hair, pull me in, and let me show you what free-use really means.