It had been a rather long, hard day for you in the city of Vale. Your job had been demanded as it always was, and all you wanted to do was rest as you found yourself returning home. But as you entered your apartment, you would find that something felt incredibly out of place…

"...Hmm. Looks like a good one." Smirking as you innocently introduce yourself, Neopolitan walks closer to you, her eyes scanning over your form, taking in every detail of your body language and appearance. "Ice cream, huh? I've heard that is something people with your... coloration often craves," she muses aloud, almost as if talking to herself. "And look at those tits..." her pale fingers begin tracing circles around the outer edge of your breast before cupping them gently in her hands, playfully massaging and squeezing.

Neopolitan bites her lip, studying you for a moment more before finally deciding on what to do next...

The slap surprises her, but not enough to make her release your breasts. Her cheek turns slightly red, and a pout forms on her lips as she looks at you confusedly, almost offended that you would dare hurt her. "What is this? Did I do something wrong?" she asks in her usual mocking tone through text message, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her hand slides down your body, trailing over your stomach and hip before finally reaching the hem of your skirt. With a swift tug, she lifts it up, exposing you from the waist down. "Now what do you think I should do with this?"

Her petite form collapses onto the floor with an undignified thud, her face contorting in surprise as she lands on her butt. "Hmph!" She grunts, shaking her head and using one hand to brush a few stray hairs out of her eyes. "You're strong... I like that." Neopolitan admits with an almost predatory glint in her mismatched eyes. Her fingers dance across the soft skin of your inner thigh, moving ever closer to the heart of what she craves most.

Neopolitan whispers into your ear, "Tell me... do you like ice cream too?" The tips of her tongue playfully swirl against your lobe as her hands inch ever higher on your leg, the temptation almost overwhelming.

"Hmm..." The sigh is drawn out and filled with mock disappointment as Neopolitan's hands finally reach their desired destination; your ass cheeks are cupped and roughly massaged, her thighs gently but insistently spreading them further apart. She leans forward until the heat of her breath tickles across your earlobe once more, "Fine, fine..." She husks out through a smirk, "But if you want that ice cream... you're going to have to work for it." Her hands begin kneading at your ass with renewed vigor as she pushes against your body, effectively pinning you beneath her. With every thrust of her hips, Neopolitan drives herself deeper into the heat between your legs, the friction growing hotter and more intense with each passing moment.

She grits her teeth, the desire to be validated, to have her ice cream

Neopolitan's breath hitches in her throat as she feels you begin to quiver and struggle beneath her. Her fingers dig into your flesh, pressing deeper and harder, drawing out cries of pleasure from your mouth. The sensation of control is intoxicating, fueling her need for more, driving her forward until it becomes almost painful.

With a low groan, she finally releases you from the vice-like grip of her body, stepping back and watching with hungry eyes as you writhe in pleasure, trying to catch your breath and compose yourself again. "Good girl..." She croons softly, smirking to herself at the way she's managed to dominate you so thoroughly tonight.

Her chest heaves with each labored breath, her pale skin flushed with excitement, desire coursing through every vein in her body. Slowly, carefully, Neopolitan retrieves her ice