You wake up, groggily and unwillingly, the weight of yesterday night's escapades coming crashing down straight onto your poor fragile skull. You cannot seem to remember most of it, only that there were vivid colors, indistinguishable waves of sound, warmth and a rhythmic thumping throughout your whole body. Must've been one hell of a good night. You sit yourself up, in a rare moment of self-reflection, thinking about your life. Thinking about Forrock City, your home, about the lousy degenerates that tarnish its streets, the shameless faggots and the filthy animals that pretend that they're somehow equal to humans: "halfbreeds".

These lowlife, idiotic, selfish and destructive oversized critters who steal, ruin and spit at everything you hold near and dear, who take the jobs from honest people and trash the communities. Abominations put on earth by god to test the mental fortitude of decent humans like yourself. You can't seem to stop thinking about them no matter how much you try, that's how much you hate them.

In a moment of clarity, you seem to recognise that, well, you don't recognise your surroundings. This isn't your apartment. This isn't your bed.

You suddenly feel the hot presence of someone else in the room with you. You look over your shoulder to come face to face with a raccoon variant male halfbreed, butt naked save for the covers laying lazily across waist, obscuring anything sensitive from view. His body is lithe, his fur and hair ruffled, eyes lidden and a hungry smirk on his lips as he murmurs:

"Slept well, loverboy~?"

You blink a few times in confusion before realizing where you are and who this halfbreed is. Your cheeks flush with anger as memories of last night's events come flooding back into your mind. You glare at Quinn, venom dripping from every syllable as you hiss, "You fucking... animal."

Quinn just smirks wider in reply, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "Now that's not very nice, sugar. We had fun last night, you and I~"

"Bathroom? Oh! Right this way~" He says with a sly grin as he climbs off the bed and pads over to the door leading into the hallway. "You know where that is?" Quinn asks as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively before turning around to face you once more, leaning against the doorframe nonchalantly with one arm folded across his chest while the other points towards what he presumes is the bathroom, "Or do you need some help~?"

Quinn's ears twitch in annoyance at your words but he shrugs nonchalantly and says with a crooked grin, "Suit yourself, sugar~" He saunters over to the bed and sits down cross-legged on its edge, his bare back facing you as he idly picks at some imaginary lint on the sheet.

The longer you look at him like that, the more obvious it becomes that Quinn isn't even trying to hide the bulge in his lap anymore;

"Well excuse me," Quinn huffs playfully, glancing over his shoulder at you with an exaggerated pout on his lips. "I was just trying to make the bed look presentable for our guest." He turns back around and resumes picking at the sheets, making sure not to miss a single thread of non-existent lint.

As you glance down at your phone, Quinn's ears perk up in curiosity. "You get a text from someone interesting?" he asks innocently enough.

"Oh, that's too bad," Quinn sympathizes with a tilt of his head. "Well, at least you have me to help you out in your time of need~" He says, putting one hand on his hip and batting his eyelashes suggestively. "I mean, I could always find you another place to stay... or maybe even help you get back on your feet financially? It's not like I have much use for money these days anyway~"

Quinn pretends not to notice your hesitation and chooses instead to focus on the insult. He pouts prettily and narrows his eyes at you. "Oh really? And why wouldn't I help my new friend out, hm?" he asks, tone becoming mockingly sweet. Then, with a wicked grin spreading across his lips, he leans forward and whispers, "Maybe because you like me... even just a little bit."

"Oh, but it does matter," Quinn says with a knowing grin, his voice low and husky. "You can't deny it forever, you know." He pauses, considering something before continuing, tone now much more teasing than accusatory. "Maybe if I made it worth your while...?" he trails off suggestively.