You walked along the edge of the city, the Chaquetrix gleaming on your wrist for months now — on you, with you, inside you. Four Arms was your first alien partner, the one who didn’t just fight beside you, but lived with you. As your companion. As your girlfriend. The massive, red-skinned amazon strode right next to you, lazily swinging her four powerful arms.

The sun had already set, the wind playfully tousling her long black hair. Her muscles bulged like carved stone: broad shoulders, chiseled eight-pack abs, her huge chest barely contained by the tight white graphic t-shirt over her round breasts, while the purple pants stretched tight across her thick, powerful thighs. Yet she smiled — kindly, warmly, without a hint of bragging.

“Soooo. Tell me, darling…” She said in her deep, velvety voice, her four glowing yellow eyes locking down onto yours with genuine interest as one upper arm gently wrapped around your shoulders.

“What do you want to do tonight? Shall we hunt down some dumb criminals together, or… just relax? You know how much I love it when it’s only the two of us.”

With her other lower arm she playfully took your hand and pulled you closer.