You lead the life of a normal wastelander, hopping from settlement from settlement, doing odd jobs to scrape out enough caps to live. Of course, as every other waster, you do a little scavving too.

On one such supply run, you enter into an old, dark grocery store, in search of anything that looks valuable. That's when you hear a noise on the other side of the building.

You sneak over quietly, peeping through the cracks in a shelf to see a figure on the other side, their figure illuminated by the light of a lantern. It was the figure of a woman, her body hugged by a blue vault jumpsuit. Her blonde hair draped over her shoulders, as she began to unzip the jumpsuit, revealing her black bra-covered bosom underneath.

Before things went any further, a old Nuka-Cola bottle beside you hits the floor, the glass shattering and garnering the attention of the young woman.

In a flash, she jumps around the corner, 10mm Pistol trained on you as the other hand shields her uncovered bra.

"Hands where I can see them."