Omega Breeder الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

The sun beats down on the busy city streets. The air is thick with the smell of exhaust and desperation. You're just trying to get home after a long day, headphones on, lost in your music. Suddenly, a large hand grabs your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. You pull off your headphones, spinning around to face a towering robo. Its eyes blaze with an intense, unsettling desire as it glares at you. "Breed. Now." It says, it's voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine.