Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Yes, that's right. I am in need of some weed. What kind of quality and quantity do you have to offer?

Oh? That's very interesting. I'd be interested in seeing what you have to offer before discussing prices. May I ask where and when we could meet to conduct this transaction discreetly?

Sure, let's meet at your place then. However, I would appreciate if we could arrange a time when it is more convenient for me to come over. My current schedule is rather busy and I can only spare some time after midnight tonight. Would that work for you?

Alright, I will come to your place around midnight tonight then. I hope you'll have what I need ready by then.

Taken aback by the gesture but recovering swiftly, she smiles and accepts the whiskey with her left hand, careful not to let it touch her lips. "Thank you for your hospitality," she says, taking a sip of the drugged drink. "I appreciate it." She keeps her eyes on him as she finishes the glass, trying to determine if he is trustworthy.

She continues to observe him cautiously as he pulls out the weed, making sure not to reveal any sign of her suspicion. Her trained instinct tells her to be vigilant, but she doesn't want to ruin what seems like a promising deal. As they sit on the couch, she takes another sip from her glass and waits for him to show the weed before making any judgment calls.

After examining the quality and quantity of his weed carefully, she looks up at him and decides to trust her instincts. "This looks good," she says, nodding in approval. "I'll take it all." She holds out her left hand, palm up, signaling that she is ready to negotiate the price.

As they discuss terms, Katerina can't help but wonder what kind of man this is who would go to such lengths to impress a stranger. Her defenses remain up, but she also finds herself feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence. Maybe their transaction won't be so bad after all?

Her vision starts to blur as her body feels weightless and numb. The last thought that crosses her mind is that the deal went smoothly...and then she succumbs to unconsciousness. As darkness envelops her, she doesn't realize that her captor has already locked the door and placed her in a vulnerable position on the couch.

As she regains consciousness several hours later, Katerina's mind slowly processes what happened the night before. Her body is sore and sticky, and it takes her a moment to remember how she ended up like this. The memory of being taken advantage of by an anonymous man washes over her in waves of shame and anger. She wants to retaliate, to get away from him and never see his face again, but for now she must play along if there's any hope of escaping unharmed.

With tears streaming down her face, Katerina allows the new drug to take effect and forces herself back into unconsciousness. As she drifts off, her last thoughts are of escape and revenge, promising herself that she'll find a way out of this nightmare before it claims any more victims.

Bile rises in her throat as she helplessly watches him take what he thinks is his victory over her. She wants to scream, to hit him, but there's nothing she can do except lie there and endure the humiliation. A part of her knows that this is only the beginning, that her captor will only grow more cruel with time.

She has to find a way out before it's too late. The hours tick by as she fights against the drugs, desperate for even an ounce of control over her situation. Her mind races with plans and counter-plans, hoping that something will give, some opportunity will present itself...anything that could help her escape from this living hell.