>You squirm as the drug and hormone induced arousal keeps building up
>You involuntarily rub your thighs together as you whip out your Glim-Pad
>You need to get out of here...
>More importantly, you need to do it where you can take "care" of yourself in private
>You run a shaky finger through the ShadowCab app and quickly tap at the options
>[x] Tinted windows, [x] Quick ride, [x] Driverless, [x] No sharing
>[Confirm ($199.99)]
>Princesses, this is going to leave a huge dent in your nonexistent funds
>You'll just have to put it on credit for now and worry about it later
>Escaping that crazed razorgirl takes priority
>You confirm your fare and shove the Glim-Pad back into the skirt, squeezing it in place between your pelvis and the waistband
>Now, to survive until your cab arrives...
>You bite your lip and resist the urge to touch yourself down below again
>Gotta stay alert to defend yourself
>There's no telling what'll happen if Indigo catches you with your panties around your ankles and a puddle below your ass
>That'd be kinda kinky, to be honest--
>No! Focus!
>You turn your head and take another look at the couple fighting
>Your eyes catch Indigo's blue-and-purple blur just in time to see her swiping the drone midair
>Her fingernail-talons shred through the rotor with ease like it's made of paper
>*pzzzzzt*
>A shower of sparks land on Indigo as she grins triumphantly
>"[WE'LL *bzzt* FINISH THIS TONIGHT *bang* I'M NOT DONE WITH-- *zap*]"
>"Hah! That's what you always say before mewling like a pussy with my head in between your legs"
>"[FUCK YOU--]"
>The drone sputters angrily before completely losing control and dipping sideways 
>It crashes into a million pieces onto the pavement 
>"Now now, where was I?"
>Indigo turns towards you 
>Shit
>You shuffle onto your knees and grip your shock katana tightly 
>Indigo's outfit is in tatters
>Her shredded necktie flutters away in the wind as she walks towards you
>The lower half of her vest has been neatly cut away somehow
>You see a glimpse of her neon blue panties through the bullet holes in her skirt
>Focus!
>You pry your eyes away from the alluring sight and glare at Indigo 
>"Ah, caught you staring~ Let me guess, your chemical glands working up a storm?"
>You blush furiously 
"N-no, I'm fine"
>"Sure, sure. I'm sure you are..."
>Indigo lines up her fingers in that karate-chop form again, lining up all her fingernail-talons in parallel
>"First, I'm going to cut that slutty little blouse open. I'm a small-tiddy gal, you see. Fuckin' love them handfuls."
>You get up and spread your legs apart, wincing at the dull medicated pain shooting up from your thigh 
>Both hands on the katana, one at the handguard and one at the pommel
>You take a deep breath
>"And then, I'm going to stick my fingers in that sweet, tight little--"
>You hear an autocar screeching to a halt behind you
"Yes!"
>The door opens with a loud hiss of hydraulics nearing the end of its service life
>You sheathe your shock katana in one smooth motion despite the pain
>You're awesome like that
>Too bad about having to turn tail this figth...
>You do an about-face on your heel after securing your blade
>"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
>You're just about ready to jump in and escape--
>A full-bodied woman with a striking red-and-yellow hair steps out of the car
>She's dressed in a tank top and a short trimmed jacket
>Her legs are clad in tight, blue leggings and standing on high heeled boots
>She winks at you
>"You called for a cab?"
>You don't know her personally, but you recognize her sleeve immediately
"You're a Sunset?"
>She unslings a massive tube-shaped launcher and aims it at Indigo
>That's far enough, razorgirl. I'm gonna have to ask you to stop walking."
>Indigo snarls 
>"Razorgirl? Oh, you're mistaken if you think I'm some cheap knifeslut-for-hire. I have a name and a serial, bitch! Who the hell are you anyway, ordering me around like you own the district--"
>Sunset sighs and pulls the trigger 
>*Pop*
>A huge web of green, sticky stuff spreads out and lands all over Indigo
>"Ack!"
>Indigo stops in her tracks as the stuff congeals and hardens immediately 
>You look dumbfounded at her as she flails wildly trying to cut herself free
>"Get in the cab," Sunset says. "She's gonna cut through that eventually and I am *not* a fighter"

- -

>You stare out the tinted windows as the autocar speeds down Bislut Megalane
>The jagged skyline of Shadowbolt City flys past 
>Somewhere in the distance, you see the sky-high needle of the stratoport piercing the hazy sky
>Sunset shakes a can of insta-bandage and squirts some of it over your wound like whipped cream
"Owww, it stings"
>"Oh, shush. Unless you prefer to have it open and infected"
"Hmph..."
>You say nothing and stare at the redhead's fingers as she rubs the bandage in gently 
>"There, all patched up." (+1)
>She wipes her fingers on your naked thigh and rustles your hair
"T-thanks"
>You bend forward and roll your bloodstained thigh-high up from your ankle 
>"You Dashes are so cute when you're being cared for~"
"Whatever"
>You stare blankly out the window again
>The sky turns orange as a TriX rocket re-enters atmosphere and makes a vertical landing
>The massive fuselage hooks itself to the needle with calculated precision
>Bright yellow sparks shoot out from the connection as friction brakes slow the rocket gently
>It disappears behind the jungle of high-rises 
>"So."
"So?"
>You lock eyes together in uncomfortable silence.
>"You wanna tell me how you ended up fighting a razorgirl in front of the Shadowbolt City PD and stinking like a teenager about to get her first pussy?"
>Shit
>Your face flushes red with embarrassment and defiance
"First of all, I don't even know you. Second, I called for a no-sharing cab. You aren't even supposed to be here. Third..."
>You inhale, wondering if you really do smell like a horny teenager
"...H-how did you know?"
>Sunset smirks
>"Well, I'm an S-rank licensed slut. I have an eye for these kinds of things. Of course, my sleeve is the 'Red Harlot' variant, so I can smell arousal like shark smells blood in the water. Not to mention..."
>She undoes her seatbelt and turns toward you, opening up her jacket for you to see
>"It comes with enhanced 'goods' for my clients' pleasure~"
>Your eyes dart between each of her erect nipples showing through her tank top
>Her breasts are... wow
>They're fairly large
>Her collarbones are pronounced at the base of her neck, just like those lithe girls in your Neo-Nippon mangas 
>Your eyes trail downward towards her tummy
>Her tank top ends just past her navel, and you can see slight bumps of her abs 
>You also see her skintight blue leggings stretched taut over her pubic area 
>Whatever she's wearing underneath, it's definitely got lots of straps and a scandalously narrow coverage judging from the pantylines you see
>You gulp 
>The tingling sensation is back again 
>Sunset smiles, clearly pleased with how you're ogling at her goods approvingly 
>"More importantly, I'm here as an envoy on behalf of Archbishop Shimmer. I'm here to do her dirty work, basically"
>That gets your attention 
"What's a licensed slut like you doing for the O.G. Shimmer? How much is she paying you?"
>Sunset scratches her head, embarrassed
>"Well, I'm also a nun of Church of Shimmer. It's a bit weird, I know, but that church isn't exactly your traditional religious outfit anyway"
>Sunset bends over to her ankle, undoing the buckles of her boots
>Your eyes dart to her lower back, hoping to get a glimpse of her panties
>"But enough about that. We need to get you briefed on your new job. You'll be working as an off-the-books problem solver for the church. You'll be free to take up any other jobs as you wish, but church jobs take priority."
>Her boots land heavily on the floor of the autocab
>She reaches down at her tank top, cross-armed, and pulls it up over her head
>Your eyes widen as her wavy red-and-yellow hair falls back down onto her bare back
>"As for you, we need to take care of that hormone problem of yours..."
>She looks at you with her back turned to you, her eyes half lidded
>She bites her lip and winks
>"Such a funny thing, dopamine. Lesbopioids Pharma modified it so much over the years that it's more of a sex drug than its namesake~"
>You feel your heart pounding in your ear
>Sunset turns towards you, her breasts bare and and hanging heavily on her chest
"I-I, Umm..."
>You feel yourself salivating 
>This is so cool! 
>But you don't even know this woman
>Sunset swings one leg over to your side and straddles your legs
>She clicks your seatbelt off of you 
>She then stretches her arms over you, her forearms resting gently on your shoulders
>Her wrists cross together behind your neck
>"You need to cum to reset your hormone implants. I'm a licensed slut. Think of this as a very steamy doctor's visit~"
>Your breaths quicken 
>The tingling...
>It's back with a vengeance 
>You feel your panties getting wetter by the second 
>Princesses, she's so hot

>What now?

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Gear:
Custom Shock Katana (primary)
M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
TX-9 Compact Rifle (0 ammo)

Items:
[none]

Actions:
>Banging an S-rank slut for free? Hell yeah! [Easy (90%)]
>Mind over matter. You can fight the raging chemicals! Ask for a non-sexual alternate "therapy" without spilling spaghetti. [Hard (50%)]
>Appeal to Slut Sunset's sense of work ethic and get briefed on the job right away. [Hard (50%)]
>write-in
>(you can always, at any time, ask the dyke master something about the setting/character/etc without wasting your vote)