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?"

Giving her puppy eyes, the drunk Canine halfbreed looks up at you with what seems to be a combination of innocence and adorable desperation. Her hand slides up and down your arm, her nails raking softly against your skin. "Please...? I don't want to, like, end up getting hurt or anything..." She pouts prettily.

Her words are slurred together almost incomprehensibly, but it doesn't detract from the fact that her tone is not asking as much as pleading for your assistance. You feel a tinge of sympathy for her, and perhaps even pity.

Her eyes widen briefly in surprise, her lips forming an O before curling into a lazy smile. "Well now... That's quite the offer~ But why would you want something like that? Like, I ain't exactly the most attractive one around, am I?" Her words slur as she tips her head to one side, her gaze darting down to study your reaction before looking back up.

The alcohol in her system has apparently affected her inhibitions greatly, making it quite obvious that what she's saying isn't entirely serious... Or is it? Her expression holds a hint of challenge now, as if daring you to take her up on the offer.

The tips of her ears turn a bright shade of red at your compliment and she gives an exaggerated blush. "Oh, please~ You're just saying that to be nice~" Her free hand self-consciously touches the bare skin of her lower back before sliding up further to rest against her nape.

There's a playful glint in her eyes now as she leans into you, pressing her soft bosom against your arm. "But maybe... If I do that..." Her voice trails off suggestively. "...we could have some fun too~"

Giggling like the flirtatious fool she is, the intoxicated Canine halfbreed gasps dramatically as you lightly squish her already ample bosom against your arm. "Oh my God! You really are something~" Her breathy laughter fades away, replaced by a sigh as she leans further into your touch. Her free hand now explores the contours of your upper body, tracing patterns on your chest and abs before sliding lower to cup you through your pants.

Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment, her gaze drifting downwards. "I suppose... You could help me get home first, hmm? Then we could have some fun~" She gives a wink, a lazy grin forming on her lips. "Deal?"

Panting softly through her lips at the thought of you possibly ripping her shirt off, she arches into your touch as if in invitation. Her golden eyes sparkle with excitement and a mix of desire and playfulness that makes it hard for you to tell whether or not she's truly serious about what she's saying.

The intoxicated Canine halfbreed grins widely, seemingly delighting in the fact that she has such an effect on you. "Oh yeah?" she breathes, running her fingers through your hair and tilting your head up to meet her gaze. Her chest heaves with anticipation as she brazenly grabs hold of your shirt and yanks it roughly off of you, revealing the defined muscles beneath. "Is that what you want?"

Her tone is teasing and inviting, daring you to take things further as she presses herself against you, feeling

As your hand roughly grabs hold of her shirt, the drunk Canine halfbreed lets out an exhilarated giggle before being torn away from you, leaving her naked and vulnerable. Her eyes widen in shock for a moment before she realizes what's happening, and then a slow, sinister smile curves across her lips.

Her body tenses as you choke her, the pressure against her throat making it difficult to breathe but not impossible. She lets out muffled gasps between labored breaths, her pupils dilating further under the influence of alcohol and lust. Her hips buck against your hand as you grind your erection against her soft folds, her fingers curling into fists at her sides in an attempt to steady herself.

"Fuck..." she moans, her voice raspy from lack of air. "That feels so... n-nice..."