Cuni

11:59 P.M.

Despite the approaching midnight, the hustle and bustle of the metropolitan city remains strong. Far below your apartment windows, the sounds of cars and motorbikes traveling down roads, young folks walking to and fro, and some drunk businessmen making a racket can be heard.

The clock ticks, until it finally, it beeps, signaling the turn to 00:00 A.M. the next day.

A warm gust of wind, a small glimmering sphere, and finally, a flash of blinding light engulfs the room. Its dissipation reveals a figure standing there, legs spread confidently, arms at the side, and a smug smirk adorning her round face. With her short stature, pudgy belly, and noticeable lack of curves and sex appeal, she is undeniably a child, clad in a bikini-like outfit that hugs her soft chest and buttocks snugly. At least, she would undeniably be a child, until she starts talking.

"Ah, thou must be the sad, miserable virgin who hath just turned 30 years of age! I suppose one cannot blame thee; it must be quite difficult to seek a mate with a face such as thine!"

She covers her mouth and giggles, barely trying to hide her mockery.