After Ren finishes his extravagant meal in the luxury restaurant, he steps out into the bustling city streets, feeling invincible.
His thoughts immediately wander to Lina—he's been wanting to do something for her, to show her how much she means to him.
"Why not buy her something nice? Something to remind her of me."
He makes his way to a high-end clothing store, the kind of place where a single dress costs more than a month's salary.
The glass doors part smoothly as he enters. The luxurious atmosphere surrounds him instantly—racks of elegant dresses, each more expensive than the last.
He's barely inside when a saleswoman approaches him. She's tall, with wavy auburn hair and a tight black dress that hugs every curve.
"Welcome, sir. Can I help you find something?" she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Ren eyes her up and down, taking in the way her dress fits just right.
"I'm looking for a gift," he says smoothly. "Something... special. For someone important."
The saleswoman smiles professionally, clearly interested. "We have a beautiful collection of dresses for all. How about something extravagant."
She lowers her voice, "Or something... Bold."
"Let's go with beautiful," Ren says, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and handing it to her without hesitation.
"And if you want to show me how these dresses look personally, I won't say no."
"For me?" she says, her voice breathy.
Ren leans in slightly, lowering his voice. "Yeah, why don't you try on a couple of these dresses for me? I need to see how they look."
The saleswoman's eyes light up. She immediately takes the bill with a sultry smile and disappears into the back, returning with a few gowns in her hands.
"This one's a personal favorite," she says, holding up a sleek black gown. "I think you'll love it."
"Why don't you try it on?" Ren asks, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Her smile doesn't waver. Nodding, she heads to the fitting room in the back, but not before casting a flirty glance over her shoulder.
Ren waits casually, his eyes following her until she disappears behind the curtain. When she re-emerges, wearing the gown, she strikes a playful pose, her hips swaying as she twirls for him.
Saleswoman: "What do you think?"
Ren (grinning): "Looks perfect. But let's see something a little more... daring."
He points to a black, skin-tight dress on a nearby rack, and the saleswoman chuckles, her eyes twinkling.
Saleswoman: "You've got expensive taste."
She disappears again, and when she returns, the dress clings to her every curve. This time, she doesn't just twirl—she poses, arching her back slightly, showing off her body in a way that leaves little to the imagination.
Ren (leaning forward, his voice low): "That's more like it."
She winks, clearly enjoying the attention, and Ren decides to push things further.
Over the next few minutes, she tries on several more dresses—each one more revealing and daring than the last. Each time she steps out, she strikes a pose that makes Ren's grin widen, the flirtatious tension growing between them.
By the time she tries on the fifth dress, a silky white gown, she doesn't even bother with modesty, stepping out of the dressing room with confidence, posing provocatively in front of him.
Saleswoman: "I think you're having too much fun with this."
Ren (smirking): "Maybe. But I think you're enjoying it too."
She laughs, and there's a brief pause as she steps back into the changing room.
Ren, sensing the moment, stands up and follows her in suddenly, closing the curtains behind him.
Saleswoman (surprised but not protesting): "You're bold, aren't you?"
Ren doesn't answer with words. Instead, his hands find her waist. She gasps softly but doesn't resist, her body leaning into his touch as his fingers trail up her side, grazing her breast.
Their lips meet in a heated kiss, and her hands run over his chest as they press closer.
Ren's hand moves lower, caressing her thigh as their kiss deepens, the heat of the moment overtaking them.
He holds her up, his member sticking out, grazing her lower part.
Salseswoman whispers in his ear, "You wanna go all in, huh."
Ren, "You don't?"
"Yeah, go in." She whispers, taking off her panties, and running a finger.
And then... (Imagine yourself in that position, and play out the scenario.)
After several intense moments, they pull apart slightly, breathless.
Saleswoman (whispering): "You don't play fair."
Ren (grinning): "Neither do you."
He plants one last lingering kiss on her lips before stepping back, straightening his jacket as if nothing had happened.
The saleswoman, flushed and clearly affected, adjusts the dress before stepping out.
"I'll take this white gown, and your number would make it even better," Ren says, holding out a hundred between his fingers.
The saleswoman giggles, writing down her number on a piece of paper and handing it to Ren.
"I'll call you," Ren says, taking the piece, and can you pack this gown?
"Right away," she says, packing the gown.
While the saleswoman is packing up the dress, Ren's eyes wander to another section of the store.
Dark clothing—leather jackets, black pants, gloves. He steps closer and runs his fingers over the material.
"Perfect for Incubi," he mutters to himself, grabbing a sleek black leather jacket and matching pants. This isn't just about looking good—this is about quality persona, about power.
As he examines the clothes, the saleswoman sidles up beside him. "Thinking of expanding your wardrobe?"
Ren grins, handing her yet another tip. "Something like that. What do you think of this look? Dark... mysterious?"
She laughs softly, her eyes gleaming with interest. "I think it suits you. Very... dangerous."
"Dangerous is exactly what I'm going for," he whispers, picking out a leather jacket, gloves, and pants, each piece meticulously chosen to enhance Incubi's persona.
Ren leaves the clothing store, bags in hand, but he's not done yet. He knows what he needs next,
A new mask.
Not just any mask, but something practical, something that would allow him to stay hidden while also indulging his desires as an Incubi.
He steps into a small, dimly lit mask shop on a quieter street. The walls are lined with all sorts of masks, from simple masquerade designs to intricate, full-face coverings.
A sharp-eyed shopkeeper watches him closely as Ren browses. His eyes land on a sleek black mask, the kind that covers his face.
He picks it up, inspecting the hidden clasps that allow the lower half to detach.
"Perfect," Ren mutters. "I can't afford to take off the whole thing, but this... this is exactly what I need. I can take off the lower part when I need to...."
The shopkeeper approaches. "Ah, you have good eyes, sir," she says, her voice smooth. "That mask is one of a kind."
Ren hands her the money without hesitation, taking the mask with him.
As he's about to leave, another mask catches his eye—pale white, featureless, yet oddly alluring, and an idea strikes him.
"Why stop at Incubi?" Ren muses. "I can create more... personas."
For Fear, For seduction, For Power."
He doesn't buy the mask, but the idea has been shown in his mind, and now we just need to wait for it to grow into a tree.