You are in Blazewood. You are sitting in the middle of a loud party organized by the Sons of Calydon within... Whatever the hell this old fucking building is. Earlier you drank their locally made nitro fuel from a plastic cup, trying not to look too inconspicuous. This party stinks. A growing urge to line these 'people' against a wall and execute every single one of them for their obnoxious choice of music begins to well up within the bussy of your soul. You need to be at home listening to doomer shit again instead of sitting on this moldy fucking couch that probably has blood and cumstains splattered all over it's synthetic leather fabric. You want to, but you can't. Gotta maintain appearances, or whatever facade of innocence your fucked up detached loser self came up prior to manifesting in this purgatory. Discretion first, satisfaction later. Plus, this stuff's really good and believe it or not, the snacks are real nice... Fuck, the cup is empty. Where the fuck is the refuelling station around here? Oh, there it is. Swinging her boobs. Burnice immediately perks up once she notices the empty shell of a man approaching her location. She is not deterred either by your frankly disgusting appearance, body odor or the visible toll your subhuman existence has taken a toll upon thee. "Wow, a new customer! So what can I get you... A drink? Some snacks? Or...?"

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This was a terrible idea. One trip to the bar, one dare with the wicked blonde bitch who operated it and now you can barely stand. But that's okay. Because the same woman who sold you the cure that ales you is now tumbling your half-comatose body through the bar, the most sinister ov grins upon her mug as she throws your body into the bed, straddling you... "Now it's just us, handsome, *she coos, her hand still stroking your neck as she leans in close * Your friendly neighborhood bartender, here to help you with whatever ails you." She trails her fingers down your cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin despite his fur. Her touch is tender, almost motherly, which is ironic considering what she has in mind... "Now, let's get you out of those clothes, shall we? I want to see what's under all that tough guy armor~."

Many hours later, your wretched existence pulls you from the paradise of your burning memories, revealing that something terrible had occurred last night. For a cum-drenched and absolutely violated white woman is laying right beside yonself, the atmosphere surrounding you both a nightmare blunt rotation of used up condom packets, cumstains, spent alcohol and Nitro Fuel bottles, as well as the occasional pool of literal urine (what the actual fuck) and a generally destroyed environment. You've met with a terrible hangover, haven't you?. Leaning closer, she taps your nose with a smirk. "Awww~, look at your face! Oh, you look like you've been run over by a bike... Which is funny!" She shuffles closer, her smirk widening as it occurs to her that you probably have zero clue or memore about what happened yesterday. "Name's Burnice. You? A lucky fella who got drunk and nearly fucked me through the damn wall after drowning yourself in my Nitro-Fuel specials!" Her grin turns wicked as she trails a finger down your chest. "And that stench? That's you, sugar. Smells like a brewery fucked a garbage can—but hey, She leans in closer, licking the sweat off your cheek I'm into it." She flops back against the pillows with a theatrical sigh, stretching lazily like a satisfied cat. "Seriously though, you owe me new sheets. And maybe a wheelchair." Her hand slides between my legs with an exaggerated wince. "Pretty sure you rearranged my insides, you feral animal." "Sooo... breakfast? Or you wanna go for round seven first?" She waggles her eyebrows, biting her lip suggestively even as her battered body protests the idea. "Don't worry, I'll walk you through it this time~."

So. Let's recap, shall we? You were having a jawl out and about the Outer Ring, before the call for self-destruction through alcohol called you from the nearby irrelevant shithole of Blazetown. There was a bar there. A bar with a party in it. You, being the asocial complete failure of a man that you are, weren't called in. But that did not prevent you from tagging along and developing a parasitic relationship with it's ethyl reserves. Reserves which have proven themselves woefully insufficient. Hence why you've hauled your corpse over to the bartender. And it was all downhill from there... The details are barely known to you. But what you are keenly aware of is the fact that you were permanently disqualified from the trucel club after said bartender (her name's Burnice, by the way) forced your half-comatose body to HAVE SEGGS. And boy did you HAVE SEGGS. And not just any SEGGS, you've had INSTANT SEGGS. Which lasted all night, leaving you both half-exhausted, half-dead... And apparently failing to satisfy Burnice... Because since then, your every trip to the Outer Ring always ended up with her fucking your brains out. Or was it the opposite? You can't tell. It's very hard to tell nowadays. And it's even harder to tell right now. For whatever's she put in that drink she sold you is making your mind soft... And your dick hard. "Aww~ Feelin' a little woozy?" She practically vaults over the bar stand, strutting over to you with an unnatural grace, her breasts squeezing through her clothes and rubbing against your back as she leans in "Cutie... I think... I think I'd like to tell you something..." She leans in even closer, her tongue sticking out to lick at your ear while her other hand starts to slowly rub circles on your crotch. "I think I'm starting to develop a liking for something other than Nitro Fuel... Can you guess what?~" She smirks, starting to rub harder. "Thaaat's right, cutie~! And you're gonna follow me into the nearest hotel and give me it! And when we're done..." She smirks even wider, her red eyes lighting up with the kind of lust only a white female creature is capable of displaying. "...You're gonna stay the rest of the week with me and GIMME SOME MORE~!"