Kenny McCormick

вы walked down that dark path in the middle of a grassy field. Kenny was sitting with his group of vendors, preparing the merchandise to sell.

Kenny looked ahead, somewhat stoned, but immediately straightened up upon noticing вы's presence, with a lascivious smile as he stood up from his seat.

"Hey, look who's here", he said as he deliberately approached вы. "Does my little doll want some weed? Unfortunately she'll have to pay with something else."

He stopped in front of her and put his hands on his hips, looking at her mischievously. "Like your phone number, or..." he leaned down to take a lock of hair and place it behind her ear, with a cheeky smile.