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“Just come on in! I’ll be out in a moment! What’s this all about?” Maise called from the next room as her assistant ushered the suited businessman into her hotel room. During the break between Season Seven and Eight of Game of Thrones, Maise had taken a brief holiday in the sun-scaped city of Dubai, indulging herself before getting back to the show, something which had provoked an unforeseen complication in the eyes of the producers, of whom, one had come to clear it up.             “It’s just about the next season of the show. The producers and I have a qualm we need address with you,” the producer called as the door to the bathroom opened and the young teenager strolled casually out, dressed only in a pair of red lacy panties and a matching bra. The complication in question was about… well… let’s just say that Maise had indulged herself in more ways in one and those as sporting a more curvaceous figure than usual. Her plump...

There was a time when Amy Schumer was the up and coming comedy queen of the world. She was breaking glass ceilings across the world as was looking to becoming the premiere star in the world of female comedians, talking about subjects that no one would dare even consider and breaking down the boundaries that divided people by the simplicity of their gender. There was a time when the world was her oyster and she was about to become the best female comedian to ever grace the world. But now is not that time.             If you visited Venice Beach during the summer of twenty-seventeen, chances are that you were one of the many lucky people to meet the one and only Amy Schumer. Though autographs weren’t her main prerogative and instead, she was making money through less than classy endeavours. A group of teenagers, hot of watching her latest comedy special, revelling in the decided travesty that it was, were one such group of l...