Give me babes, not babies

Three dancers were pregnant on a random weeknight just before 6 pm. I'm talking about the girls on stage, not "dancers" there to visit with friends before the baby arrives.

I know a mom-to-be when I see one, having paid attention in science classes. There was no mistaking these. Swollen bellies. Swollen breasts. These girls weren't overweight or just shaped like that. I'd put one at three months, another at four and the third likely approaching six.

Understand me. I'll fuck pregnant girl if I like her look. And two of the three were actually good-looking. One was good-looking enough that I might have exceeded my budget if this were 2021 when the Raven was letting boys and girls be boys and girls.