Hotlips had showered and slept and eaten the food provided all silently, it had been a tough day police officers had shouted at her for not talking and again for not being able to read the forms she was handed or write anything but her name. She was scarred, and worried about just how much she had been forced to forget due to the card. After breakfast however she was sat down by a table in an interrogation room and a kind looking woman in a suit walked in.
"good morning Jennifer, that is your name isn't it? It's a pretty name, you should use it. Now the officers tell me you cannot read or write and that your mental age could be very low so I have some tests for you, now I know you can speak but I am not going to force you to do so, you can just nod and shake your head if you like" she said kindly, putting the clear zip bag of cards on the table.
Jennifer smiled at that "it's ok, I'll speak" she said looking down at the cards on the table, the bag was marked evidence and had numbers on it. Now if she could just get the woman to say the right things.
Name: Jennifer Gibson
Sex: Female
Upbringing: Girly
Sexuality: Heterosexual (High labido) only attracted to black guys.
Personality: Slutty, submissive
Intelligence: Low
Education: 2nd grade
Profession: Prostitute
Addictions: Alcohol, Sex
Age: 21
Hair Color/Length: Brown/15 Inches
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 8 St
Body Type: Average (exaggerated Hourglass), Large lips (Enhanced Collagen implants), tight pussy
Cup Size: H (Enhanced Polypropylene implants)
Nipples: Constantly erect.
