"Oi, my shift's over. I'm heading off."
Strip clubs and bars had become Panty's home for the last several weeks. After everything that had happened in the city it was nice to finally have a sense of normalcy surrounding Hive and it's inhabitants. It meant that they could once again enjoy their lives without the threats of monsters or crazies or viruses. Whatever the fuck had gone wrong over the past several months. But all these peaceful times had given Panty some time to reflect on everything that she had been through as well. Both the good and the bad.
Admittedly, the highlight of it all was Stocking. Despite their differences and the fact that the Goth had once stabbed her in the back (Figuratively and literally) they had grown closer than ever before. A fact that she did not openly admit brought her a great deal of joy. In the end, a sister's a sister. Working through problems is just part of the 'gig', so to speak.
After that came the 'drought' as she'd come to refer to it as. Unlike Daten City, the men here were all vastly different from the hormone driven muscle-heads back home. Some were far too timid to approach her, while others simply weren't interested. It was strange not having men throwing themselves at her feet for a one night stand and, admittedly, it brought her a great deal of frustration. It also made her incredibly desperate to find someone, anyone, who would shag her.
That was when she met him. Ushiwaka he called himself. Adorable dork is what she'd come to know him as. At first he was just another hot guy she was trying to force herself onto, but her perspective of him quickly changed. As did her mindset. It hadn't quite sunk in yet, but her run-ins with Waka had brought about a change in the bitchy angel. A change that she would indeed become aware of. Perhaps sooner than later.
That was where her reminiscence ended. Not because there weren't any other memories, but because her mind shifted to the one thought that always seemed to be swimming around in her mind. Sex. 'Christ, I need a good fuck' was what she thought. And as always, she didn't care with who. She simply wanted it. Maybe it was lucky for her then that a rather muscular and handsome man had approached her. Recognized her from one of the strip clubs he so often frequented.
He hadn't said a word at all. He merely smirked and tapped Panty's rearr end as though it were his property. Normally that would have been an immediate trigger. A willing, handsome guy to have a one night stand with? How could she not capitalize on that. As she began turning around she wanted to say something along the lines of 'Hey, stud. If you're gonna touch you may as well go the whole way'. Or something equally cheesy and erotic. But the sound of her voice never found it's way to her or his ears.
The sound of his groaning did. After a swift kick between the legs.
"... What the fuck did I just do?"
Something was terribly wrong.
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