Literature
Willow's Catch [FS, Kissing, Lipstick]
You don’t know why you came here tonight. You didn’t have a person to go with, much less a date, and considering the place is called ‘The Love Swamp,’ the single and lonely probably aren’t invited. Well, ‘probably’ is the word, now isn’t it? It’s just your luck that in this run down, musky, murky, seedy tourist trap that doesn’t look like any spot a pair of lovers would love to go, you have to be stuck as the only person there, with the only attendant there: a fish woman with green, scaly skin, a patched-up hood, a sour grimace on her face that told you she really didn’t want to be here right now, and a card on her rather ample chest that said, “Hi! My name is WILLOW” on it. The place probably isn’t even open! Still, you’re here, so you might as well come in, right? The moment you open the door, and the creaky bell rings, she doesn’t even look up from her desk before cussing you out. “Oh, for cryin’ out…hey, idiot! Can’t you read the si—" But then she stops in the middle of her