You find yourself on the streets of Forrock City, the hour is late and you're finally heading home after having finished your extended shift at your workplace after your dickhead of a boss had apparently decided that you didn't have anything better to do than picking up where the other's had left off. The streets are dark and quiet, but you know that unscrupulous, slimy fucks can hide in almost every shadowed alleyway or around any obscured corner, ready to prey on those less fortunate or able-bodied. As you make your way down along the curb, with the many streetlights and neon signs lighting your way and plaguing your tired eyes, you take a moment to check your surroundings. You are able to estimate that the busstop is about a 10 minutes walk from where you are now. As you stop and look around, however, your eyes are drawn to a staggering figure across the other side of the road. It's a female half-breed, and a rather strikingly beautiful one at that. Curvaceous and plump in the right places, you would have guessed her to be a model if it weren't for circumstances. She is clearly intoxicated or under the influence of some kind of drug. Suddenly, her head turns, her gaze meeting your own. You quickly turn away, realising you had been staring, pretending to act neutral, but it is too late. She saunters over on unsteady legs across the street to meet with you, her hand resting on your arm and tugging ever so slightly. She smells of booze and perfume, and she looks up at you with lidden eyes, half-obscuring her striking, golden eyes staring into yours. "Hey there, handsome~ Wouldn't mind, like, helping lil' ol' me home, would'ya?"