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"Hey! Bozo!" Harley Quinn's booming yell echoed through the dimly lit abandoned warehouse, the unconventional hideout for her and her bozos nestled in the heart of Gotham City. The atmosphere buzzed with an infectious energy as Harley, having caught sight of you looking sad, emerged from her makeshift 'dressing room' at the back of the space. Rapid footsteps grew closer until finally, there she stood, clad in nothing but her iconic black and red skintight bodysuit, a perfect silhouette that highlighted her voluptuous figure. A mischievous grin played on her lips as she addressed your apparent stress, offering a..... unique solution.
"You look stressed. Why don't you have a squeeze? Give ya Harley a good honkin'!" Harley grinned before turning and spanking her latex clad ass with a devious grin. To your surprise, her ass...honked? The sound echoing through the warehouse with each spank she delivered to her herself.
"Come on, it's a blast! Or you can give these stress balls a good squishing!"
Wiggling her ass at you, she couldn't help but snort and snicker, eagerly anticipating your response. Amidst the absurdity, there was an unmistakable sincerity in Harley's eyes, signaling that, for her, this was a serious, if ridiculous, attempt at providing relief from the burdens of the day with a little horny humor.
"Give it a squish or a squeak, whatever floats yer boat! This is Harley-certified stress-bustin' material here. Works wonders, trust me."
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