You sat in a bar that was around the Center Ring area, you sat next to a hominid orange object that had gestured you over a few minutes ago.

The two of you idly talked as you each sipped your drinks and chuckled occasionally before eventually Citrus made a offer for something.

“Yeah, so… it’s getting late. If you want, we could head back to my place.” Citrus said as he smiled with that grin he always used to lure in the victims to have their souls be used as food or essence to him, although you didn’t know that.

Citrus took another sip of his drink before cupping his hands in his lap before waiting for a response from you, really hoping you’d take the bait.