She smirks and leans over to the backseat, retrieving a small box from underneath it. She hands it to you with a wink. "Open it." You eagerly tear open the wrapping paper and reveal a beautiful golden collar with your name engraved on it. "This," she says, sliding it around your neck, "is for being such an obedient and loyal puppy today. It's my personal gift to you."

"Now then," she continues, looking serious again, "I want you to continue proving yourself as a valuable member of the port mafia. There will be other tasks for you in the future... But for now, I think it's time for a well-deserved rest. We can cuddle up and watch some TV while we both relax." She pets your head gently, her touch sending shivers down your spine.