… his coworker?

After a blinding flash of light, a buxom figure stood before Leonard. Amazingly, she looked like Minamoto no Raikou, in her Summer Servant bikini costume. But, even more amazingly…

“L-Lenny? What… where am I?”

… was that she already knew him…

“Uh… I dunno, Erica…? Why’re you… dressed like that…?”

… and he already knew her.

He tapped through his phone frantically, checking his FGO accounts. Every Minamoto no Raikou he had was gone from all of them. “Wait, dangit! It wasn’t 10/10, they upped the max to 15…! Stupid, I did a subpar swap…! At least I think…? Still figuring out how this ‘Point Transfer’ thing works…” he mentally panicked.

But yes, this was one of his coworkers. Or, someone who worked at the same store. Usually their managers put Erica at the sparsely used non-machine checkout lines because of how personable she was.

She was rather tall at 5 feet 11 inches, so most who saw the two standing side by side laughed under their breath at the physical disparity between them. Her figure was nice as well, with a couple of Leonard’s coworkers joking that if she opened an OnlyFans she could retire within the week. They have since been fired because of sexual harassment complaints.

Not “Lenny”, though. Through disparate lunch breaks, he’d developed something of a rapport with the statuesque lady who didn’t disparage him for playing anime games.

“Well, you know, it’s that character from your game? The one you said I kinda looked like, if I had a wig…” Erica answered, pulling off said black wig to reveal her natural light brown hair.

Leonard gulped. “And… the, bikini…?” He tried to avoid eye contact. It was a lot easier to ignore her plentiful breasts when she was wearing an employee’s polo shirt.

She jolted. The sparsely dressed woman muttered “Well, you remember what Kyle said, and, um, my landlord raised my rent again, so…”

“Ggh—!” A sharp pain suddenly engraved itself upon Leonard’s hand. Entwined with the pain came a red glow. He fell to his knees, then onto his side in a fetal position. The burning was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

“Lenny!” Erica came upon him, concerned for her work friend, if at least that. “Wait, that mark…”

Once the sting dulled enough that he could open his eyes, Leonard saw a familiar sigil on the back of his hand. The Command Seals of the Master of Chaldea. “Wait, what…?” he thought, head still in a haze.

“Lenny… wait, did you… summon me…? Am… am I your Servant now…!?” Erica whispered, horrified.

Leonard’s eyes widened, and he suddenly grabbed her shoulders. “Wait, lemme explain! I got this weird power thing, I can swap numbers for stuff now! Like, I tried to summon the one from my game by paying a fuckton of points, but I guess I messed up…? I-It takes a ton of value to get anything good, and I paid too little, or something…? Please don’t call the police on me…!” he pleaded, tears streaming from his face.

Erica’s expression softened from one of horror to one of basic pity. “Oh, Lenny…” she said, in an attempt to sympathize. Soon, she sighed, standing back up and extending a hand to help him up too. “So, you can make me do things, then?” she asked, glancing at the newly engraved red marks.

Lenny scratched his head, holding up the Command Seals as he said “Uh… yeah, I guess. Just gotta invoke them. Something like ‘By my Command Seal, I order you…’ and then I’d say what I wanted. I… you know I wouldn’t even try to—!”

“I know, that’s why you reported Kyle, right? I was too scared to, so you made the choice. I get it.” Erica sighed, before taking in her surroundings. “Is this your place? It’s… not bad…?”

“Yeah, I got a deal cause, uh… the last occupant, um…” he stammered, unsure how to explain that the last tenant was an investment banker who killed his wife before masturbating with her corpse and hanging himself. Or that he did all that after repeatedly writing “GOD IS ALIVE” on the walls with his own shit. It was relatively lucky for Leonard, since the apartment itself was a 2 bed/1 bath with 1100 square feet. He’d just used the extra room for anime merch he was embarrassed to put out in the open.

Erica held up a hand. “S-Say no more, better if I don’t know. Hm… what do you say to me moving in?” she asked, which made Lenny almost faint. Luckily he caught his footing in time.

He stammered “O-Oh… right, probably good to stick together, y-yeah.” as he fiddled with his shirt. Was this really happening? Leonard had fantasized about rooming with a beauty like Erica ever since he first thought about seeing boobs, and now it was just happening? And she was the one suggesting it?

The titular bombshell sighed in relief, before she started walking through the apartment, opening doors as she said “Great, then it’s settled. Okay, this one’s clearly your room, so I’ll look through the other o—“

Leonard’s eyes widened. “Wait, that’s—!” he mentally screamed, as he desperately reached out to stop her. It was in vain though, and the door was opened, revealing his deepest shame.