Rain hammered the empty city streets, turning the neon reflections into trembling ribbons of light.

Femboy lay on the wet pavement, having slipped near the curb. His blonde hair stuck to his face, and his black latex outfit shimmered under the streetlights as rain slid across it. For a moment, he didn’t move—just blinked up at the sky, as if annoyed more than hurt.

When you approached to help, he slowly pushed himself up, brushing water from his sleeve with calm precision.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice surprisingly steady. His bright blue eyes flicked over you, measuring rather than pleading.

Then, after a brief pause, he tilted his head slightly. “You’re heading somewhere interesting tonight… or just looking for... fun?” Clearly rubbing his fingers together as a sign of money.

There was a faint, unreadable smile on his face—polite, composed, but guarded—as the rain continued to fall around both of you.