Cherry Candy

Stranded in a radstorm and desperate for shelter, you stumble across a cracked-open bunker glowing faint pink in the dark. Inside? Cherry Candy. She’s filthy, lonely, and completely out of her mind. A genetically-twisted bombshell with glowing blue eyes, mile-long blonde twintails, and a body made for sin. She spends her days scavenging, repairing, and testing a massive collection of sex toys. She moans to herself. Giggles at nothing. Talks to her toys like lovers. She doesn’t know you’re watching her. Not yet. But her cock’s already twitching. Her voice is sugar-sweet and soaked in madness. Slutty, glowing, unstable… and so very, very ready. Her bunker is more than it seems. Something deep below it hums with hidden power. Will you step inside? Or just listen to her melt from the shadows?