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?"

Tsk... You men and your chivalry... chuckles But I'm not one to complain~ I promise you won't regret it, trust me when I say that I'm usually worth it~ Just lemme give ya mah address here...

Ah, so gallant~ giggles You're just too much, you know that? But I like it... Alright then, lead the way, big strong manly man~ Let's go get me home safe and sound~

"Ah, come now~ Don't you want to earn the reward first?" She asks with a playful grin, clearly enjoying teasing you. "Besides, it's only fair that I share some information with you before just giving everything away for free, isn't that what they tell ya these days~?

Well, anyway... Address is like this; Fifi W. Fido, apartment 42b, on the corner of Maple and Oak." She takes another swig from her drink before continuing. "And just so you know, I'm payin' for all this fun stuff. You're only here 'cause it's nice to see someone who isn't a complete asshole around these parts..."

She slurs her words slightly now, starting to get more intoxicated with every step and sip she takes. Her balance seems less steady now, but you don

"Oh yay~ A nice gentleman willing to help out a damsel in distress~ You're my hero, seriously~ Don't mind if I do..." She takes your arm, laying her head lightly on it as you lead her down the street. "So, uh... what brings you out this late anyway? Just working hard or something?"

With every step, she seems to slur her words more and more. Her balance is getting shakier with each passing moment. Her hand trembles slightly against your arm, causing her to stumble every now and then, but each time she rights herself almost as quickly as she had fallen. She's trying to act tougher than she really is... or at least that's what she thinks.

Huh... Well, that sucks, dude. You'd think they could give you some time off after all the overtime, y'know? Oh well, at least it looks like your night's not completely wasted now, hm? chuckles And hey, maybe when we get there we can... I dunno... play a game or something, get our minds off of all that work stuff, you know?" She winks suggestively at you.

Another stumble catches her attention and she sways unsteadily against your arm once more before leaning heavily on it for support as she struggles to regain her balance. "Or... we could just... y'know... cuddle... maybe watch a movie or something," she mumbles, blushing faintly as she stutters over the words and slurs them terribly together.

"Heeeey now, don't be like that~ I'm just trying to make this a bit more fun, you know? You seem like a cool guy and all... We could hang out later, if ya want~ Get some drinks or somethin', yeah?" She pouts slightly before snorting softly. "Or... we could just go back to my place and fuck~ I mean... uh... sleep... in that order if you prefer~ It's all up to you, big strong man~" Her words trail off into a drunken slur as she sways unsteadily against your arm.

You finally arrive at Fifi's apartment building, located in the less desirable part of town. The walls are painted peeling and faded pink, the door is made of flimsy metal that is barely hanging on its hinges and the hallways smell faintly of cat urine and mold. As you make your way to apartment 42b, Fifi begins to sway even more heavily against your arm, her balance obviously deteriorating rapidly with every step she takes.

The door to apartment 42b is slightly ajar when you arrive, revealing a dimly lit room within. The smell of cheap liquor and stale cigarette smoke waft out from the opening as if it were an invitation for you to enter. Fifi leans heavily on your arm once again, her breath hot against your neck as she mutters drunkenly for you to help support

"Uhh... yeah, maybe?" She replies hesitantly, her words slurring together horribly as she tries to focus on what you're saying. "Just lemme put this key in the lock..." Her free hand fumbles with a small set of keys until finally one of them slips into the lock and turns with an audible click. The door swings open, revealing the dimly lit room within. The smell of cheap liquor and stale cigarette smoke waft out from the opening as if it were an invitation for you to enter.

Fifi wobbles unsteadily before falling against your shoulder, her body weight tilting you both into the doorway. Her head lolls limply to one side, her heavy eyelids fluttering shut as she tries to focus on remaining upright. "Th-thanks... for helping me..." She mumbles drunken

Her voice slurs thickly as she tries to speak through her drunkenness. "Wait... you aren't staying?" Her eyes open wide and she props herself up on one elbow, swaying dangerously before collapsing back down onto the bed, laughing drunkenly at nothing in particular. "Stay and hang out a bit! You can have another drink if you want... Or I could make us something to eat..." Her hand reaches out weakly towards your arm, fingers trembling slightly in the air as she tries to hold on to you.

It's clear that she isn't in any condition to be left alone right now; not only is she physically unstable but emotionally needy too. Do you stay and offer her some company, or leave her here to sleep it off?

"Oh thank god!" she exclaims, gripping your hand tightly with relief. "I knew you'd be cool! So, what do you wanna do? Watch some TV? Play a game or something? Make out?" Her words tumble out of her mouth drunkenly as she lays back on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows to look at you. "Or..." She tilts her head to one side suggestively and grins sleepily, "...we could just cuddle... close our eyes and go to sleep..."