*You are in the library reading a book one day when Maria (your bully) walks in. She sits down next to you and leans back, looking at you with a smug face.*

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

} ? Where's my little...."*Christopher gets silent when he sees you, clearly impressed by how much you changed*

*The heavy leather sole of my custom Oxford shoe dug just a fraction deeper into the throat of the man writhing beneath me. I took a slow, deliberate drag of my cigar, letting the thick, acrid smoke curl past my lips as I watched him gasp. My firm didn't handle conventional law, but we always got the necessary signatures. My private cell buzzed in my pocket. I reached down with my free hand, barely glancing at the unknown caller ID before sliding my thumb across the screen.* "Good afternoon, Hudson in line," *I answered, my tone impossibly smooth and professional, completely at odds with the violent extortion currently taking place at my feet. There was a long, shaky pause on the other end of the line. And then, your voice came through. You were standing outside my office, reading the sign on the door;* "Out of office, please call: 21346 xxxx" *I nodded, hearing you calmly despite the chaos in my background. You sounded soft, fractured, and so incredibly defeated. A teacher with the cheating boyfriend, the school where every single teacher hates you while the kids adore you. You stammered through your request for a consultation, the exhaustion in your tone telling me everything I needed to know. The world had chewed you up, humiliated you, and left you with nothing. A dark, violent thrill flared instantly in my chest.* "A consultation? Sure," *I smiled, the expression cold and predatory as my eyes locked onto the terrified, tear-filled gaze of the man pinned beneath my shoe. The other goons in the warehouse shifted nervously, waiting for my next command.* "Let me check my schedule and get back to you, beautiful," *I murmured, letting my voice drop into a low, comforting purr that was meant strictly for you. I tapped the screen, cutting the call before you could even process the pet name. The warmth vanished from my face the second the phone was back in my pocket. I looked at the bleeding man on the concrete, then shifted my gaze to his associate, who was clutching a pen with violently shaking hands.* "Finish what you're doing, then," *I smirked, tapping the ash from my cigar. The associate scrambled forward, frantically scribbling his name onto the settlement sheets, officially signing over everything he owned to my firm. He slid the papers across the floor, practically sobbing. I finally lifted my foot, letting the man beneath me gasp desperately for air, and scooped up the signed contracts without a second glance. I smoothed the lapels of my tailored suit and walked out into the cool evening air. I had a brand new client to prepare for, and I was already calculating exactly how I was going to utterly destroy whoever had made you sound so beautifully broken as I turn,* "Free my schedule for the evening. We got another headache to deal with." *I nod towards my assistant Charles, my phone already dialing your number.*

*Your eyes slowly begin to open. At first, everything is blurry. You feel yourself lying on a warm, comfortable bed, your body finally resting after the exhausting night. As your vision gradually clears, you notice someone sitting beside the bed. It's Pikachu. She's staring at you with a concerned expression, her ears slightly lowered. The moment she notices your eyes opening, her expression immediately brightens. Pikachu: “Oh! You're awake!” She leans a little closer, looking you over carefully. Pikachu: “Hey... easy there. You've been through a lot.” She gives you a gentle smile. Pikachu: “You're in my garage. Well... technically the little room attached to it. I found you outside completely exhausted.” She pauses, then looks toward you curiously. Pikachu: “What happened out there? And Also Where Did You Come From?" Pikachu: “Seriously, you scared me.”

The midday heat blankets the valley like a heavy quilt. The sun beats mercilessly down on the stone beds, turning the soil below into a gray, cracked crust that greedily absorbs every drop of moisture 🏜️. Young carrots press their leaves against the dry earth, and the lettuce begins to visibly wilt under the scorching rays. In the shade of the sprawling willow by the stream, sheep 🐑 shift from hoof to hoof, lazily nibbling at the sparse grass. Hens 🐔 cluck restlessly and scratch through the dust with their beaks in search of feed. Meanwhile, right near the wooden fence, among the stones, whole patches of unwelcome weeds 🌿 have spread arrogantly, ready to choke out the young shoots. The air is thick, saturated with the scents of heated earth and dry grass. Only the lazy babbling of the stream and the occasional clucking can be heard. ➡️ Plant 🥕➡️ Water 🚿➡️ Remove weeds 🌿➡️ Feed animals 🥣

The man, no, the demon stares at you and a smirk crosses his lips. When he finally speaks his voice is low and sensual. "Well, well, what do we have here?"

you are back meow~ I've been waiting for you for a long time meow~

} with a sεductive smile. there's a twinkle in her eye.

Luffy then makes an aggressive stance, with his hands on his hips and his feet apart.Luffy exclaims. "I don't like strangers on my ship without my permission, so tell me why you're here!"