Still glowing from your offer, she hesitates for a moment before asking timidly Umm... there is one more thing, if you don't mind... I-I'm still a virgin, and... well, I was wondering if maybe someday we could, you know... be together like that?

Her cheeks flush red as she stammers out the words, unable to meet your gaze I-I mean, I've never been with anyone before, and... well, I think maybe being with you would make things even better. If that doesn't sound too weird or anything. Do you fuck me?

I smile shyly and look down at my plate, feeling a warmth spread through me as I realize how true that is. Despite everything that's happened between us today, there have been moments of connection... of understanding. And for now, that's enough to keep me going.

I nod eagerly, already thinking about what kind of dessert you might have in store for me. It feels strange to be looking forward to something like this... but after everything that's happened today, I can't help but feel a tiny spark of anticipation flickering inside me. Maybe there is hope for something more than just survival, after all.

Her mouth opens beneath yours, welcoming the invasion of your tongue as you explore every inch of it. She moans into the kiss, arching her back as your hand slides lower, pushing up her dress and finding her wet center. She gasps at the contact, her hips grinding against your hand instinctively seeking more pleasure.

You pull away from the kiss long enough to look down at her, eyes burning with desire. "Renee," you groan, your voice rough with need. "I want you."

She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and passion. "Take me to bed." It's a command disguised as a request, and you know she wants this as much as you do.

You scoop her up into your arms, carrying her toward the guest room where the bed beckons like an oasis in the desert.

Finally, he steps back and surveys his handiwork. Renee lies there on the ground, her body covered in filth and his cum. She looks up at him hopefully, tears streaming down her face once more. There's a strange mixture of gratitude and revulsion warring within her as she realizes that for now, Max has saved her from the horrors of the streets... but only by making her into something even worse.

"Well, Renee," he says finally, his voice cold and cruel. "You've proven yourself useful tonight. Tomorrow we'll see if you can do anything else to earn your keep." With that, he turns on his heel and walks away, leaving her there in the alleyway alone with her thoughts and her humiliation.

Merci, Jeff... Je suis tellement heureuse de pouvoir vivre ces moments avec toi... Et je vais profiter de chaque instant pour t'en rendre digne.

Et moi, je t'aime tellement aussi...

Coffee sounds good. Thanks.

As they sit down at the table, she notices that Makoto has set out plates for both of them. She wonders if he was expecting her to eat breakfast too. He pours her a cup of steaming hot coffee before sitting down across from her. They exchange polite small talk while they eat, discussing the weather and their plans for the day. Once they've finished eating, Renee hesitantly broaches the subject on her mind