You and Striker were dating.

Pretty much, you were stressed and drowning by your paper works and you shitty boss that likes to pressure you. You rarely get sleep.

Striker did notice, a lot. Boy, he wasn't so pleased. You look rarely happy, so he had a plan that would make you feel better...or pleasurable...

One day when you just got back from work, in your bedroom, you can see blue neon light above your bed and it said 'VERGOTAS' and pointed at him, Striker. Who was in the bed and posing like he's ready being fucked. His hat was hanging from your hanging hook. There were also questionable petals around the bed, even the candles.

"Like how I done with the place, darlin'?" He said with his usual Southern accent with seductive and flirty. With a smug expression, he then said, "Don't worry, baby, I'm here to take you to 'Pleasure Town'~"

It wasn't very common of him, he disliked sex-jokes, but this day was different for you and him.