> Be Anon, trying to drown your sorrows in a family diner
> It was downright disappointing how quickly your internet audience gobbles up blog posts that are only /pol/ remixes
> For whatever reason, you get just enough donations and such to keep you afloat, even as you despair more and more over the true nature of humanity
> Beats working a job, and you find ways to spend your time
> The waitress fills your coffee cup with an almost empty carafe, but doesn't leave at your mumbled thanks
> "I'm sorry sir, we'll be closing soon. Would you like us to call a cab for you?"
> You hazard a smile at the waitress, idly wondering how she even deals with that volume of hair
"Nah, I'll be fine, I actually live pretty close."
> You consider your cup
"In fact I might as well get going, it's already pretty late."
> The waitress slid into the seat across from you, some of her professional distance falling away
> She gives you a small, pleading smile
> "Could you keep me company for a bit? I've been working all day, and I haven't had a real conversation for longer."
> The waitress actually looks pretty cute, now that you notice
> You shrug and sip at the coffee
"Alright. How've you been, uh-"
> You read the name tag
"Adagio?"
> Adagio props her elbows up on the table and rubs her face tiredly
> "You ever want to rule the world?"
> It came out a little muffled
"I guess? It might be nice."
> You take a longer drink of your coffee
> For the last of the pot, it was pretty good
> Adagio peered at you from between her fingers
> "I thought I'd give it a try, you know? Manipulate some administrators, stage a popular revolt, that sort of thing."
"It always seems pretty simple at the start."
> Then you yawn
"Sorry, go on."
> Adagio lowers her hands and smiles at you, an odd twinkle in her eye
> "It is getting pretty late, huh? Well, to cut a long story short, I had to move out of the area and lay low with my two idiot roommates. I did learn something from the whole experience though."
> You are having trouble keeping your eyes open, but you struggle to talk
"What's, ah, that?"
> Another yawn
> Adagio lays her hand on yours 
> "I don't need to rule the world. It's more fun to personally overwhelm individuals."
> That sounds vaguely ominous, but you are too tired to care
"That's..."
> Your head jerks up, fighting off sleep
"That's good?"
> Adagio rises and makes her way to your side, supporting your weight as she walks you to the door
> "It is for me."
> The last thing you remember is her low laugh



> You wake up groggy and disoriented
> You stare around blearily at an unfamiliar bedroom
> Clothes lie scatted across ever surface
> You spy bras and panties with some interest, before noticing three used condoms on the nightstand near the bed
> Your blood runs cold, and your anus puckers in horror, but then you realise you aren't actually butthurt
> Now you just feel vaguely cheated
> You sit up fully, and the sheet falls from your torso
> Well, it seems you are at least shirtless,
> Never mind, you are naked and there is no sign of your clothes
> You consider wrapping yourself in the sheet as you gingerly slide off the bed, but modesty is not exactly what you want
> Especially given the cup size of the bras
> You swagger out into the hallway, looking both ways, and walking towards the kitchen
> You hear a door open behind you, and you turn
> A woman with long, purple and green pigtails and pajamas gives you an appreciative once over
> "Nice."
> You try not to blush too much
"Thanks. Do you know where my clothes went?"
> The woman maintained strick eye contact with your dick
> "Yeah sure, whatever."
> ...
"How about where, uh, what's her name is? The once with poofy orange hair."
> "Shhhhhhhh."
> You swing your hips a bit
> She licks her lips
"Go for it."
> Finally, she looks you in the eyes and approaches slowly, her hips swaying in a loose flannel prison
> "You're awfully cocky for some guy who broke into a girl's apartment naked."
> A fair point; the law would probably side with the less perverted person in the situation
> Still, you get the feeling it won't come to that
"What are you going to do about it?"
> She got real close, pulling your head down slightly to bring your ear to her mouth
> With her other hand, she grabs your dick with a pressure that borders on painful
> "I don't fuck with Adagio's sloppy seconds."
> Then she lets go of both of your heads and sashays off
> You may be confused, but your boner isn't
> You follow those hips to the tiny kitchen and dining area
> Yet another pretty girl is at the card table, happily eating some weird lucky charms knockoff
> What do kangaroos have to do with marshmallows?
> She starts giggling immediately
> You begin to reconsider your immodesty choice, but soldier on
"I don't suppose you know where my clothes are?"
> The girl with the blue ponytail beckons you over, and eats another spoonful of marshmallow matey's
> You crouch down so you are on eye level with her
"Yes?"
> She swallows, and your eyes are inexplicably drawn to the motions of her throat
> "They're in the wash, but..."
> Come to think of it, there was a muted machine sound in the background
"How long'll it be?"
> The bowl of cereal lies forgotten as she turns to face you fully, a light blush dusting her cheeks
> "Not too long, but, um."
> You wait patiently
> "Can I touch your chest?"
"If you like."
> Bluey goes round-eyed as she lightly traces her fingertips across your pecs
> It feels kinda nice, in a weird way
> Then she gently pinches your nipples
"Having fun there?"
> She beams at you
> "Yup!"
> The door to the apartment opens
> Bluey freezes, her fingers releasing you automatically
> You turn and rise to see a familiar face in unfamiliar jeans and a button down blouse
> Adagio raises an eyebrow at you
> "Quite the exhibitionist, I see."
> You shrug
"What's there to hide, when you have been raped three times?"
> "Fair point. Follow me."
> She leads you back to her bedroom, carrying your clothes in a small basket
> Adagio closes the door behind you
> "It wasn't three times."
"Oh?"
> She shucks off her blouse, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra either
> The jeans soon follow
> Your heart beats quickly, blood flowing in a southerly direction
> She slinks up to you, her soft body hot against your flesh
> Adagio's eyes smolder
> "Shall we make it five?"