Chapter 1
Clara never cared too much for Men. She liked souffles much better. Not to mention her unspoken desire to have a sex with another women. She decided she wanted a girlfriend and was going to get one. She decided to put on a rather skimpy outfit, well a skimpy outfit for Nazi occupied France, specfically, the town of le Whitèrun, in the south of France. She put on a revealing red dress.
Now was the moment, the precise moment she needed to leave, as the obviously evil and inhuman Nazi soliders would be changing shifts. Worse case ; charm a guard and hope they let it slide. She walked out the door, and ran sexily into the street, light up by the setting sun. She walked down the street towards the bar called Les Chiens Morts. All of the sudden, a sexy voice yelled, "HALT".
Clara was stunned, not by the shock of being caught by a Nazi, but the Ginger beauty of the woman who stood in front of her.
"What's your name ? ", Clara moaned seductibly ."
"Amy,"the Nazi solider moaned back."I'm not actually a solider by the way, I'm just a girl lookin for some fun", she flirted.
"I think I know the kind of fun you're lookin' for", Clara flirted back. She then leaned in for a kiss, and Clara and Amy started making out passioniatley. Amy broke free from the kiss
" You wanna go and get something to eat, and then see a Queen concert with me," Amy said in her sexy Scottish accent.
They walked over to the Les Chiens Morts. They walked into the resteurant.
"Table for 2, please", Amy asked the waitress
"So you guys are just like good friends right?", the waitress questioned
"Nope we're a couple," replied Clara.
"Well thats great for you. My name is Anna. I'm a lesbian too. You guys wanna have a threesome?"
That very second is when Amy and Clara noped the hell right out of that place. They ran through the streets and enocuntered a guard
"Let me guess... someone stole your sweetroll,"the guard said.
"What the fuk does that mean", asked Clara
""I used to be an adventurer like you. Then I took an..." Before the guard could finish, there was a roar. A man with a petit moustache was riding on a beast.
It was ...Adolf Hipster riding Cthulhu