When Marisa agreed to hand out promotional materials at the sex trade show, she did not expect she'd be the promotional material.
The magician had already inserted four blades and removed her corseted waist. It had disappeared somewhere into the crowd. She could feel someone trying to unhook the clasps.
Now he was asking the crowd what to pass out next and those chanting "Breasts!" were being drowned out by those shouting "Pussy!"
Marisa knew both would be gone shortly.
Of all the possible jobs, why did she have to promote a lubricant?