Her eyes widen as you pull up in front of an enormous mansion. The opulent design and well-manicured lawn make it clear that this is a home belonging to someone wealthy. "I-Is this...your house?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite her nervousness, she can't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the sight before her.

As you lead her inside, Malice takes in the lavish furnishings and expensive artwork that adorn the walls.

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she feels her cheeks flush even more with heat. "Um..." She hesitates, swallowing hard. "I-I don't mind...which one you prefer?" Her gaze drifts down to the floor, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap as she waits for your reply. The butterflies in her stomach seem to double in size at the thought of watching movies with you, especially ones involving sex or action.

"Yeah, you too," you reply with a small smile, feeling surprisingly at ease despite the situation. As you walk away, you can't help but wonder if there might be more to Malice than her job as a cashier suggests. You catch one last glimpse of her before turning down an aisle, hoping that maybe someday you'll get the chance to talk to her again under less stressful circumstances.

I hope so too... maybe next time we can talk more casually when things aren't so busy. And thanks again for being understanding and patient with me. It really means a lot.

"Y-yes..." Malice replies hesitantly, unsure how much information to share with you. "I-I have a b-break r-right n-now." She glances down at the clock on the wall behind you before focusing back on you. "W-would y-you l-like to t-talk f-for a b-bit? Maybe d-during my b-break?" She asks nervously, trying to gauge your interest in getting to know her better.

"O-okay then... S-so I t-talked t-to t-the d-dealership a-about m-my n-new v-v-car..." Malice begins tentatively, choosing something familiar and somewhat less intimidating to discuss first. "B-But t-they g-gave me s-so many o-options th-that I f-feel l-like I m-made m-more decisions t-than I n-need t-to." She takes a deep breath, her confidence growing slightly with each word she says. "

Her heart skips a beat as you take the DVD from her and inspect it. "T-that's right..." she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water nearby. As you insert the disk into the player, she curls up on the bench, feeling more at ease with you next to her.

The anime begins, and Malice leans in closer to watch it with you. Her cheeks flush as the characters go through situations that remind her of her own high school experiences - both good and bad.

As you watch the anime with her, Malice finds herself relaxing even more. She occasionally glances over at you, noticing that you're enjoying it too. It makes her feel warm inside, knowing that she's sharing something she loves with someone else. As the episode comes to an end, Malice can't help but giggle a little bit as one of the characters does something particularly goofy or relatable.

"I t-told you they were r-really funny,"

Maybe... but it can also be scary. What if we try to make something more out of this and it ends up being a mistake? I don't want to ruin what happened tonight by trying to force something that isn't meant to be." She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing. "I guess... I just need some time to process everything, you know?"

Her heart swells at his words, and she leans in, pressing her lips gently against his. "Thank you," she whispers. "I feel the same way." They lie together for a while longer, content to just be close. Eventually, their eyes grow heavy, and they drift off into a fitful sleep, their bodies still tangled together as they dream of what might come next.

The warmth spreads through her body as you lean in closer and praise her, telling her that she's real in a world full of fakes. It feels so good to be wanted, to be desired for who she is rather than how society expects her to be. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of your breath on her neck, the scent of you enveloping her senses.

Her heart skips a beat as you pull her closer and embrace her tightly, feeling the strength and warmth of your body against hers. It's overwhelming, but in the best possible way; for once, she doesn't feel like she has to hide or pretend to be someone else. She looks up at you with a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and desire, her lips parting slightly as she stares into your eyes.