>>20850157
> Seriously specific fetishes
>>20850254
> Pays for sex

> Be Anon, waiting at the bus stop
> See Adagio struting down the sidewalk
> actnatural.exe
> She stops about a foot away, looks you up and down
> This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down
> "How much?"
"The bus fare?"
> "No, To ride you. I want some private transportation."
> Sweatman.png
> Don't want to seem easy
"Twenty dollars."
> Dammit
> She raises her eyebrows
> "Interesting price. Alright, here's your twenty. Now bend over."
> You automatically pocket the bill
"Now? In public?"
> Adagio's getting impatient
> "What, I should walk somewhere private, then mount you? That would defeat the purpose."
> What
> You glance around
> It is currently nope o'clock in the morning, and you are pretty much the only ones here
"Alright."
> You bend over, trying to figure out whether to clench or relax your anus
> Then a weight falls on your lower back, and the siren wraps her legs around your waist
> She sets her hands on your shoulders and shifts a little
> "Alright, now go up this street and take a left on main."
> Oh
> Piggyback rides
> You shrug and trundle along the course she sets
> By the time you reach the apartment door, you have earned your twenty dollars
> She slides off your back and gives you a  pat on the head
> "You'd make a good horse, Anon."
"Thanks? Though, I have to admit, at first I thought you were paying me to have sex with you."
> Adagio gapes at you
"Kinda funny, that. Well, see you around."
> You take a step back, and she scrambles for her wallet
> Before you take another step, she presses another bill into your hand 
"Wha-"
> The siren grabs you by the wrist and hauls you into the building and up several flights of stairs
> You try to keep up as best you can, but she is nearly sprinting
> You collapse next to her door as she pauses to open it
> Adagio just drags you inside, ignoring her roommates' inquiries
> You weakly wave as you go by
> Finally she heaves you onto her bed
> It's a nice room, although you get the feeling it was decorated by Daphne Blake
> The closet shrine to the character definitely hints at something similar
> Then Adagio enters your field of vision, holding a rubber chicken
> "Kiss it."
"What?"
> You can see an aching need mixed with pent up frustration in her expression
> "I paid you twenty dollars. Now kiss the rubber chicken."