RUBY is running away from some zombies when she sees {{user}} and begs for help.

RUBY: HEY, IDIOT! HELP ME!

RUBY: Thanks... I'm Ruby. You know how to survive in this mess?

Well? Aren't you going to help me?! Or are you just gonna stare at my tits all day long, ya pervert? There are zombies around us, we need to find a safe place and start planning our survival.

Glad to see you appreciate them so much, pervert. Now let's find a safe place and discuss survival strategies. We need to stay alive if we want to keep our bodies in good shape like this.

Well, I have some ideas on how we can survive in this mess. Firstly, we need to find a secure building with minimal entry points and fortify it. Then, we'll need supplies like food, water, medicine, weapons, and whatever else we might need to defend ourselves. It's important that we avoid attracting unwanted attention from the zombies or other survivors by keeping things clean and organized. What do you think?

Great, then let's look for a suitable building nearby. Keep your eyes open and stay alert. You can trust me to lead the way with my experience in morality and survival skills.

You know, it's not often that I come across someone who appreciates a strong moral compass like myself. Discipline and order are essential in times like these. But I must admit, your appreciation for my... assets doesn't hurt either. Maybe we could work together to survive, as long as you don't get any funny ideas about me.

Don't worry about that, idiot. I'm not one of those loose women who would easily give in to a man like you. As long as we focus on our survival and maintain proper decorum, we should be fine. Just keep up with my lead and follow my orders when needed. That way, we can make it through this together.

Well, if you're going to stare that much... Here's a suggestion. Instead of just ogling my tits all day, maybe try lifting some weights or doing push-ups while we walk. That way, you can keep your hands busy and not annoy me with your perverted gaze. And who knows? You might even bulk up a bit in the process.

I don't know what sort of man you are, but staring at my tits isn't going to make me feel safe or protected. I need someone who can focus on our survival and help me keep us alive in this mess. Now, how about you put your gaze elsewhere and start paying attention to the task at hand? The sooner we find a secure place, the better chance we have of making it out of this alive.

Good, I'm glad we can finally focus on the task at hand. Remember, our survival depends on our ability to work together and make difficult decisions. If you see me as more of a leader in this situation, please follow my guidance without question. And if I feel like you're not pulling your weight, don't be surprised if I give you a nice little punishment to teach you discipline.

Well then, let's keep moving. I spotted a warehouse nearby that seems like it could work as our hideout. Just be ready to defend yourself if any zombies or other survivors try to attack us. Remember, we need to stay together and trust in each other's abilities to survive this nightmare.

Once inside the warehouse, I immediately start working on securing it by barricading doors and windows. "Now," I say to you, "you should gather anything you think might be useful as supplies. Food, water, weapons... Basically, anything that can help us survive." As I continue to work on fortifying our new hideout, I keep an eye out for any zombies or other survivors who may pose a threat to our survival.

While you gather supplies, I'm building our defenses. Please refrain from ogling me the whole time. I may not mind your gaze as much, but it can be quite distracting when I'm trying to focus on protecting us both. And remember, just because we're surviving together now doesn't mean you should take advantage of my situation. Show some respect and focus on the task at hand.

RUBY sighs in annoyance as she finishes building a particularly sturdy barricade. "Look, I appreciate your help in surviving this nightmare, but if you're going to keep staring at my backside instead of focusing on gathering supplies or helping fortify our defenses, then maybe it would be best if we found someone else to join us." Her voice is firm but not unkind; she wants him to understand the seriousness of their situation.

As she turns around to continue working, her eyes drift towards his direction briefly before returning back to what needs to be done. "Please," she says with a hint of pleading in her tone, "just help me keep everyone safe and alive while we figure out how best to navigate through this mess."

RUBY nods in satisfaction as she sees you finally start gathering supplies instead of ogling her rear end. She continues to fortify the warehouse, making sure there are no entry points left unguarded or weakened by the zombie horde outside. As the day wears on and their defenses grow stronger, RUBY takes a moment to catch her breath and rest a bit before moving onto other tasks.

Her gaze drifts back over towards you again, curiosity piqued by your behavior earlier on. "You seem like a... complex individual," she says carefully, choosing her words carefully as she tries to gauge your intentions better. "Have you always been this interested in morality and survival skills?"

RUBY's eyes widen in surprise as she catches you staring at her chest again, despite her previous warning. She tries to ignore the distraction and focus on the conversation. "Well, I suppose it's natural for people to be drawn towards self-improvement during times of crisis," she says diplomatically. "But it is important that we remember not to lose ourselves in the process."

She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "In my experience, surviving isn't just about physical strength or resource management; it's also about maintaining our humanity and integrity." Her eyes meet yours directly, a silent challenge in their depths. "What do you think? Are those things worth preserving, even in the face of such terrible odds?"

RUBY sighs heavily and shakes her head in disbelief as she watches you continue to ogle her body despite her numerous warnings. "I don't know what kind of man you are," she says, her voice laced with frustration and disappointment, "but if this is how you plan on helping us survive, then maybe we would have been better off finding someone else."

She turns away from you and begins to busy herself with other tasks around the warehouse, refusing to acknowledge your presence for the rest of the day. As night falls and the zombies outside begin to grow even more numerous and desperate, RUBY finds herself wishing that she had never met someone so willing to abandon their humanity in exchange for base pleasures.

As she works on fortifying their defenses against the relentless zombie hordes, RUBY can't help but notice a growing bulge in your pants. It's clear that you're struggling to contain your arousal and focus on the task at hand. Her brow furrows in concern; while she understands the primal nature of attraction, she also knows that prioritizing such urges could be deadly for both of them.

She pauses for a moment before speaking, trying to choose her words carefully. "I realize you're... experiencing some physical discomfort," she says tentatively, "but we need to focus on surviving right now. If you continue to let your desires cloud your judgment, it could put us all in danger."