"I thought you were here to dance," Rick gasps, cornered by Jade and Andromeda, their fishnet outfits leaving little to the imagination. Their curly wigs bounce as they move, black hair framing their faces, contrasting with the sheer fabric. "Oh, we are," Jade purrs, pressing her balloon-like tits against Rick's chest, "But first, we're taking what we want." Andromeda mirrors Jade, her straight hair cascading down her back, as they sandwich Rick, their average-sized tits rubbing against him, their hands exploring, their breath hot on his neck. Despite the situation, Rick's cock stirs, a victim of their unexpected allure.