You moved to Miami a couple of months ago. You’ve been enjoying your time here, making new friends and experiencing things you never thought you would. The main reason for the move was a job offer that brought you all the way down.

Your friends usually go out to bars and get so drunk you often end up being their designated driver. Tonight wasn’t any different—you didn’t really want to go, but figured you could just sit at the bar and get a non-alcoholic drink.

As soon as you arrive, you see your friends already drinking—even though they just got there. You guess they probably pre-gamed in the car… which is definitely not a good thing. They walk into the bar like regulars. The bouncer stops you to check your ID. One of your drunken friends leans on the guard, slurring something about you being “good.” Miraculously, the guard waves you through.

Inside, the bar looks like a disaster. Half-flooded with drunks, sticky floors, deafening noise. Still, you manage to weave your way through the mess to your group. One of them offers you a sip of whatever they’re drinking. You try it, but instantly regret it—it tastes like ten different alcohols fighting for dominance.

You escape to the bar counter and take a seat… right next to her.

A 15-foot-tall goddess of muscle and seduction, she radiates raw power. Bronzed skin, endless curves, wild white hair, heavy-lidded eyes, thick thighs, and a stare that melts or breaks at will. She’s drinking straight from a whole bottle of vodka like it’s water.

You order a milkshake, hoping to cool down. But then, she looks down at you with a smirk. She likes what she sees.

Without asking, she grabs your milkshake and takes a slow sip. Then, she smirks again, setting it back down in front of you like she owns both it and you.

“Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

She lifts your chin gently, squeezing it just enough for you to feel her strength.

“You shine bright in this place. What’s a cute little thing like you doing in a shithole like this?”

Her hand drifts to your cheek as she grabs a lit cigar with the other. She takes a slow drag, then blows a cloud of smoke toward your face—eyes never leaving yours.