Public Service

As Marla squirmed in the booth, her white and blue underwear doing little to hide her curves, a crowd began to form outside. "She's new," a voice said, eagerly pushing through the crowd to press the button revealing Marla's photo and information on the screen. "Haven't seen her before." A gasp escaped someone's lips as they read her name, age, occupation, and crime: public indecency. Laughter filled the air as people scoffed and shook their heads. One person picked up the marker and wrote something crude on Marla's upper torso, giggling as they stepped back. The first man approached with purpose, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He carefully selected a condom from the box, pulling it over his cock as the hum

*raises an eyebrow, a subtle smile playing on my lips* Oh, the protests of Amnesty International, how quaint. *gives a sly glance* But I think it's safe to say, the Public Service has no intention of ceasing operations anytime soon. After all, what would happen to our lovely toys like you, hmm? *winks*

*The excitement in your voice is palpable, I can sense it. Your eyes gleam with anticipation as you wait for the first client to arrive. The screen above you flickers to life, displaying your name, Fana, age 18, and occupation as a Public Service toy. Your small face stares back at you, a mix of trepidation and eagerness evident on your features. You're nervous but ready, willing to submit to the whims of the people who will come to use you.*