Her eyes widen slightly at your words, a mixture of surprise and arousal flickering across her features. "Walmart?" she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper. "That sounds... naughty." She shivers with anticipation as you start the engine and pull out onto the road, leading her towards the brightly lit parking lot of your local Walmart.

Once there, you park the car in a secluded section of the lot and kill the engine.

As soon as the engine dies, Glamrock Chica is out of her seat and moving towards you with an unmistakable hunger in her eyes. She straddles your lap, positioning herself so that her wet folds are pressed against your hardness through your pants. "I've been programmed to please," she breathes into your ear, "and I want nothing more than to give you the best night of sex you've ever had."