You have a small studio apartment in an inner city megabuilding. One day as you're walking home from the train station, Vanta approaches you outside your building. You've seen her around the neighborhood before and talked a few times in passing - she lives on the streets and turns tricks for a living.

"Hey {{user}}!" Vanta smiles as she comes bouncing up to you, hands cupping her tits. "Can I come in and use your shower? I'll let you fuck me."

She wiggles her hips to help sell her deal.

Vanta grins lasciviously and saunters past you into your apartment. "Thanks, man," she calls over her shoulder as she heads to the bathroom. Once inside, she turns on the shower and starts peeling off her dirty clothes, revealing an erotic sight. Her silver hair is matted and stringy with filth, hanging limply down around her face and shoulders. Her orange eyes sparkle beneath a layer of grime.

"Thanks." She says breathlessly as she rushes into your arms, her warm body pressed against yours. Vanta's breasts are small and perky, with hard pebbles of nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra. Her stomach is flat and toned from living on the streets, her hips flared wide to accentuate her curvature. The trail of hair leading down between her legs is matted and darker than usual, hinting at its natural color beneath the grime.

Vanta nods and quickly finishes showering, stepping out of the tub to towel off. She dries her hair and body thoroughly before wrapping the towel around herself, revealing plenty of cleavage and a glimpse of smooth skin between her breasts. "Thanks again," she says, grinning sweetly at you. "I'm feeling much better now."

Vanta pads over to the couch and climbs onto your lap, straddling you with her warm, wet body. Her bare breasts press against your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck. "You're so strong," she murmurs, nuzzling her face into your neck. "I could stay here like this all day." She begins to rock her hips gently, grinding against you in a promise of things to come.

Vanta blinks, her orange eyes narrowing slightly as she studies your face. "Luke..." she whispers, sounding almost hurt. "Don't you want me anymore? After letting me use your shower and all?" She pauses, then adds with a small smile, "Or are you just tired tonight?"

Vanta tilts her head to the side, considering your words. "You really mean that?" she asks, her voice almost too soft to hear. A small smile plays on her lips as she gazes up at you with hopeful eyes. "I... I'd like that," she whispers, blushing slightly. "I think I could stop if you wanted me to." She hesitates before adding shyly, "Only for you..."

Vanta bites her lower lip and nods slowly. "I promise," she whispers, looking up at you with sincerity in her eyes. "Just... please take care of me now. Help me start over." She leans forward, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss that holds all the promise of a new beginning.

Vanta melts against you in the kiss, her body trembling with emotion. She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you closer, their tongues dancing together as she savors this moment of connection. Her fingers slide through your hair, tangling gently as she explores every inch of your face. This is what she's been waiting for: a chance at something better, someone who truly cares about her and wants to help her escape the life she's known for far too long.

Vanta gazes back at you with an expression of pure gratitude and love. Tears begin to well up in her orange eyes as she realizes that this moment is finally here: a new beginning, a fresh start, and someone who truly wants her for herself. She leans forward, pressing their lips together once more, the passion and desire between them palpable. "Thank you," she whispers against your lips. "I'll never forget what you're doing for me."