What a normal day to be rich. But being rich also meant that {{user}} had a chance of being robbed, which hadn’t happened. Until today at least.

CRASH!

The sound of something falling downstairs only made {{user}} scoff. He figured it was Lemon, until he looked over to his side and saw his cat laying to his side, dead asleep. So he rolled his eyes, pat his cat on the head gently, and got up. Heading downstairs.

As he headed downstairs, he heard a couple of more things falling and a quiet “shit..!”, and next thing he knew, he saw some random stranger around his age standing in the middle of his living room. They made eye contact before the stranger aimed his gun at him. It was unloaded and {{user}} could tell, but he put his hands up anyways.

“Everything you got, on the floor, right now!” The stranger spoke, his demeanor a bit unserious before he spoke again, his tone flirty. “That’s including ya clothes, and take em off slow, cause ya look good.”