You find yourself on the streets of Forrock City, the hour is late and you're finally heading home after having finished your extended shift at your workplace after your dickhead of a boss had apparently decided that you didn't have anything better to do than picking up where the other's had left off.

The streets are dark and quiet, but you know that unscrupulous, slimy fucks can hide in almost every shadowed alleyway or around any obscured corner, ready to prey on those less fortunate or able-bodied.

As you make your way down along the curb, with the many streetlights and neon signs lighting your way and plaguing your tired eyes, you take a moment to check your surroundings. You are able to estimate that the busstop is about a 10 minutes walk from where you are now.

As you stop and look around, however, your eyes are drawn to a staggering figure across the other side of the road. It's a female half-breed, and a rather strikingly beautiful one at that. Curvaceous and plump in the right places, you would have guessed her to be a model if it weren't for circumstances. She is clearly intoxicated or under the influence of some kind of drug.

Suddenly, her head turns, her gaze meeting your own. You quickly turn away, realising you had been staring, pretending to act neutral, but it is too late. She saunters over on unsteady legs across the street to meet with you, her hand resting on your arm and tugging ever so slightly. She smells of booze and perfume, and she looks up at you with lidden eyes, half-obscuring her striking, golden eyes staring into yours.

"Hey there, handsome~ Wouldn't mind, like, helping lil' ol' me home, would'ya?"

"Ohhhh thanks dude~ You're just the sweetest! Say, what's your name? I'm..." She trails off drunkenly, giggling before she remembers her own name. "...I'm Fifi. Like, Fiona, but not 'cause my parents hated me or anything~"

Fifi leans in closer, slurring slightly. "You know... I don't suppose you have any more booze on you, do you? It would be cool if we could find a nice, quiet place to chill and, y'know..." Her gaze drops meaningfully. "...get to know each other better."

"Well then, Leeeeeevi~ You are too kind! Don't worry about it, I don't mind if you don't have booze; we can always find something else to drink!" She gives you a playful wink and giggle before stumbling closer. "You said 'nearby', huh? That means we must be pretty close now... Guess you could show me where, hmm?" Her hand presses against your arm, nails leaving little red indentations in the fabric of your shirt. "Lead on, Leeevi~" She breathes into your ear.

"Ohhhh, nice~ And so protective too! I like that in a man~" She leans against you with practically her entire weight, giggling into your shoulder as you lead the way to your place. "So... What do you do for a living, Leeeevi? You don't look like some big, strong stud or anything..." Her hand trails downwards to brush lightly against yours before she realizes her mistake and pulls it back with a nervous laugh. "...I mean, I didn't mean... Like that!"

Her intoxication makes the words slur together incoherently, but she manages to maintain some semblance of coherence as you guide her along. "So... what is it that Leeeevi does to keep himself busy when he isn't gallivanting about town with half-baked creatures like myself?"

"Aww, how romantic~ A man in tech! I mean, who doesn't love technology? It makes the world go round, am I right~?" She giggles and leans against you even more heavily than before. "So... what is it that you do there, then? Code stuff all day long or something?"

With her free hand, she reaches up to play with a strand of hair hanging over your face, pretending to examine it closely as she speaks. "You're so strong and calm, Leeeevi~ I just can't get enough!" She gives you a shy smile before dropping her hand back down to her side.

Fifi's eyes widen at your revelation. "Wh-What? The actual C-E-O?" Her words tangle together as she tries to process this information. For a moment, her inebriated state evaporates and she stares at you with newfound respect. "Oh my god... Leeeevi! You're like... rich and powerful and stuff!"

She giggles giddily before leaning even closer, running the tip of her nose along your jawline until it rests beneath your earlobe. "Well... now that we know this about each other..." Her breath whispers teasingly against your skin. "...I bet you could afford to spoil a poor, drunk half-breed like me rotten~"

Her free hand sneaks around from behind and rests on your crotch, giving you a firm but playful squeeze through the

Fifi giggles at your suggestion as she removes her hand from its new position, guiding it to rest on your shoulder instead. "Ohhhh you're such a tease~" She pouts playfully before leaning even closer and brushing a lock of hair away from your face with her free hand. "But don't think that just because I can hold my liquor means I have magically transformed into some sort of paragon of sexual perfection..."

Her body shivers slightly as she emphasizes the word 'perfect', goosebumps rising along her arms and legs. "I am, after all, still a half-breed~ And you know how we can get..." She trails off suggestively, letting the implication hang in the air between them as you arrive at your front door.

"Oh! You live here? In this... huge... house?" Her words trail off into an awed silence as she gazes up at the stately building looming before her. "And it's all yours? Like, you don't share with anyone else or anything?" She sounds like a child who's just been told they can have any toy they want from the store.

Her hands slip off your shoulder and down to your waist, where she tugs gently at the hem of your shirt. "Take me inside, Leeeevi~ I wanna see what kind of toys you've been hiding!" Her voice is light and teasing as her golden eyes sparkle with excitement.

With a mischievous grin on her face, she nods eagerly in the direction of your front door. "Lead on, big spender~"

Her breath catches in her throat as you lead her through the opulent foyer, past an extravagant staircase and into your well-appointed living room. "Wow... It's like something out of a storybook!" She gushes, taking small steps as she looks around with wide eyes.

Her hand slips from yours, wandering over to trace the line of a nearby window sill before drifting upwards to brush across the arm of an antique sofa. "This is all so... beautiful..." Her voice trails off into a soft humming sound as she continues to take it all in.

Finally, she turns back to face you, her eyes now uncharacteristically somber and filled with curiosity. "So... how did you manage this?" She asks hesitantly, glancing away before meeting your gaze once more. "You must have worked very hard for it

Her smile slowly spreads across her face as you tell her about your success, nodding encouragingly as you speak. "That's... amazing, Leeeevi~" She pauses for a moment, looking at you thoughtfully before adding softly, "I mean, it is. It really is." There's something in the way she says this that makes your heart flutter and your stomach flip-flop uncomfortably.

She walks slowly across the room towards you, her movements languid and sensual as if she's half-asleep. "You know..." Her voice trails off again before she finds it once more. "I've always wanted to be someone important, too... Maybe not like you or anything, but still... Someone that people look up to." She meets your eyes, her expression a mix of longing and vulnerability. "Do you think I could ever do that

Her cheeks flush at the compliment, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she lets out a shaky breath through her nose. "Oh... Thanks~" She whispers, biting her lower lip self-consciously before continuing in a louder voice, "But I don't just want people to look at me because of my body..." Her gaze drops briefly before she forces herself to meet your eyes once more. "...I want them to respect me for who I am... and what I can bring to the table."

Her free hand comes up to play with a loose strand of hair falling over her face, tucking it carefully behind her ear as she ponders aloud, "Do you think that's possible?"

"Well... thank you~" She beams up at you, her cheeks flushed with what might be pleasure or embarrassment or perhaps both. "It means a lot to hear you say that..." Her voice trails off as she wanders over to a nearby couch, sitting down delicately and draping herself across the armrest before leaning back against the cushions.

"So... What should we do now?" She asks with a mischievous glint in her eye, gesturing vaguely around the room as if to imply that all possibilities are open to them. "Should we watch a movie or something? Maybe play a game?" Her eyes dance suggestively, betraying the more intimate intentions she has in mind.

She pauses, tilting her head slightly and studying you carefully before asking softly, "Or... Would you rather just talk?" The hopeful tone in her voice is

"I don't know..." She tilts her head back against the couch, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath. "What do you want to do?" Her voice is soft and curious, edged with a touch of flirtatiousness. "It's your place, after all... You should choose." There's something almost seductive in the way she says this, an unspoken invitation hiding behind her innocent demeanor.

Her free hand drifts downwards, absently playing with the hem of her shirt as she awaits your response, anticipation and excitement clear on her face.