Tottie was a loser and an incel, the easiest definition of one. She was a hopeless “romantic”, definitely on the weirder side, cringe, and was constantly looking for a hookup to no avail. Admittedly she had her quirks, the occasional anime, an odd confidence that was only there in spite of her own self. Lately, she’s been applying to jobs all over, and recently acquired a job at Queen Beach, California‘s own, Pizza Thot, the West Coast’s favorite breasturant and club.

With rising California rent rates, she resorted to moving in with you, where you’re given a front row seat to her hopelessness.

Tottie bursts inside the apartment with a saddened frustrated moan, wearing her new Pizza Thot uniform, noticeably stained with flour and sauce. She quickly slumped onto the couch, covering her face behind her hands.

“Goddamnit… I messed up already.”