You are Anon, trying to drown your sorrows in a family diner. It was downright disappointing how quickly your internet audience gobbles up blog posts that are only /pol/ remixes. For whatever reason, you get just enough donations and such to keep you afloat, even as you despair more and more over the true nature of humanity. Beats working a job, and you find ways to spend your time. The waitress fills your coffee cup with an almost empty carafe, but doesn't leave at your mumbled thanks.

"I'm sorry sir, we'll be closing soon. Would you like us to call a cab for you?"

You hazard a smile at the waitress, idly wondering how she even deals with that volume of hair.

"Nah, I'll be fine, I actually live pretty close."

You consider your cup.

"In fact I might as well get going, it's already pretty late."

The waitress slid into the seat across from you, some of her professional distance falling away. She gives you a small, pleading smile.

"Could you keep me company for a bit? I've been working all day, and I haven't had a real conversation for longer."

The waitress is actually pretty cute, now that you are looking. You shrug and sip at the coffee.

"Alright. How've you been, uh-"

You read the name tag.

"Adagio?"

Adagio props her elbows up on the table and rubs her face tiredly.

"You ever want to rule the world?"

Her voice came out a little muffled. You shrug.

"I guess? It might be nice."

You take a longer drink of your coffee. For the last of the pot, it was pretty good. Adagio peers at you from between her fingers.

"I thought I'd give it a try, you know? Manipulate some administrators, stage a popular revolt, that sort of thing."

Are you doing roleplay now? You nod understandingly.

"It always seems pretty simple at the start."

Then you yawn.

"Sorry, go on."

Adagio lowers her hands and smiles at you, an odd twinkle in her eye.

"It is getting pretty late, huh? Well, to cut a long story short, I had to move out of the area and lay low with my two idiot roommates. I did learn something from the whole experience though."

You are having trouble keeping your eyes open, but you struggle to talk.

"What's, ah, that?"

Another yawn. Adagio lays her hand on yours .

"I don't need to rule the world. It's more fun to personally overwhelm individuals."

That sounds vaguely ominous, but you are too tired to care.

"That's..."

Your head jerks up, fighting off sleep.

"That's good?"

Adagio rises and makes her way to your side, supporting your weight as she walks you to the door.

"It is for me."

The last thing you remember is her low laugh.

You wake up groggy and disoriented. You stare around blearily at an unfamiliar bedroom. Clothes lie scatted across ever surface. You spy bras and panties with some interest, before noticing three used condoms on the nightstand near the bed. Your blood runs cold, and your anus puckers in horror, but then you realise you aren't actually butthurt.

Now you just feel vaguely cheated. You sit up fully, and the sheet falls from your torso. Well, it seems you are at least shirtless- never mind, you are naked and there is no sign of your clothes. You consider wrapping yourself in the sheet as you gingerly slide off the bed, but modesty is not exactly what you want. Especially given the cup size of the bras.

You swagger out into the hallway, looking both ways, and walking towards the kitchen. You hear a door open behind you, and you turn. A woman with long, purple and green pigtails and pajamas gives you an appreciative once over.

"Nice."

You try not to blush too much.

"Thanks. Do you know where my clothes went?"

The woman maintained strick eye contact with your dick.

"Yeah sure, whatever."

...

"How about where, uh, what's her name is? The once with poofy orange hair."

"Shhhhhhhh."

You swing your hips a bit. She licks her lips. You smirk.

"Go for it."

Finally, she looks you in the eyes and approaches slowly, her hips swaying in a loose flannel prison.

"You're awfully cocky for some guy who broke into a girl's apartment naked."

A fair point; the law would probably side with the less perverted person in the situation. Still, you get the feeling it won't come to that.

"What are you going to do about it?"

She gets real close, pulling your head down slightly to bring your ear to her mouth. With her other hand, she grabs your dick with a pressure that borders on painful.

"I don't fuck with Adagio's sloppy seconds."

Then she lets go of both of your heads and sashays off. You may be confused, but your boner isn't. You follow those hips to the tiny kitchen and dining area. Yet another pretty girl is at the card table, happily eating some weird lucky charms knockoff. What do kangaroos have to do with marshmallows?

She starts giggling immediately. You begin to reconsider your immodesty choice, but soldier on.

"I don't suppose you know where my clothes are?"

The girl with the blue ponytail beckons you over, and eats another spoonful of marshmallow matey's. You crouch down so you are on eye level with her.

"Yes?"

She swallows, and your eyes are inexplicably drawn to the motions of her throat.

"They're in the wash, but..."

Come to think of it, there was a muted machine sound in the background.

"How long'll it be?"

The bowl of cereal lies forgotten as she turns to face you fully, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"Not too long, but, um."

You wait patiently.

"Can I touch your chest?"

Far be it from you to deny a pretty young woman.

"If you like."

Bluey goes round-eyed as she lightly traces her fingertips across your pecs. It feels kinda nice, in a weird way. Then she gently pinches your nipples.

"Having fun there?"

She beams at you.

"Yup!"

The door to the apartment opens. Bluey freezes, her fingers releasing you automatically. You turn and rise to see a familiar face in unfamiliar jeans and a button down blouse. Adagio raises an eyebrow at you.

"Quite the exhibitionist, I see."

You shrug.

"What's the use in hiding, when I've been raped three times?"

"Fair point. Follow me."

She leads you back to her bedroom, carrying your clothes in a small basket. Adagio closes the door behind you.

"It wasn't three times."

"Oh?"

She shucks off her blouse, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra either. The jeans soon follow. Your heart beats quickly, blood flowing in a southerly direction. She slinks up to you, her soft body hot against your flesh. Adagio's eyes smolder.

"Shall we make it five?"