Digimon World: Dawn

“Wait, there was a Digimon game for the DS? How’d I miss that…?” Lenny muttered. It was easier than you would expect to miss a release like that, especially when you were a more casual fan.

But putting that aside, there was a file already present on the cartridge. “Start the game, see what’s in there.” Erica suggested. Opening the most recent save had the player’s avatar, a young boy with goggles, on a tropical island by a desk with two computers.

Opening the menu showed that “Angewomon”, “Lady Devimon”, “Sakuyamon”, “Rosemon Burst Mode”, “Dianamon”, and “Minervamon” were the six Digimon in the player’s party. Each of them appeared to be Level 99, with the corresponding stat lineups that level would imply. “Whoever owned this game was, uh… interesting…” Leonard noted, painfully aware of the reputation that most of the listed characters had online. Though he didn’t want to judge, considering his own interests.

“Looks like this’ll be pretty useful, nice find. We really should get back though, you do have a hot date tonight.” his roommate pointed out, grabbing the DS and switching it off before getting in the passenger seat. One drive later, and the two were back home with time to spare.

Once he dug through his closet and found his aforementioned one nice belt, Leonard was finally ready. The time was 7:26, and he figured Ms. Prift would pick him up any minute. “Well… w-wish me luck, I guess.” he sighed.

“Okay, be safe. I… I love you.” Erica tried saying. It wasn’t quite as awkward as she feared, but it would still take some getting used to.

Leonard nodded, saying back “L-Love you too.” as he waved goodbye, and also gave a thumbs-up. “I’ll… text when I know I’ll get back, bye.”

And with that, he started descending his building’s stairs, reaching the bottom floor right as his phone beeped a previously-set 7:30 alarm. As he stepped out onto the street, a limousine was waiting for him, engine still running.

He gulped.

The window rolled down, and Ms. Prift’s head popped out, chuckling “There you are! Get in here, we got champagne!” as bass-heavy music leaked out from the interior.

Leonard nervously smiled, but still stepped inside once she opened the door for him. “S-So, w-what’s the plan…?” he asked, realizing that she’d told him nothing of what the night held in store for them beyond the time she would pick him up.

“Wow, nice duds Lenny. It’s like it’s business clothing, but also casual? Almost makes me feel overdressed.” Ms. Prift laughed, not at all responding to what he had said. She was wearing a black dress, one with a halter neck, as well as a pair of strappy heels. From how her legs were crossed, it was also clear that the skirt had a relatively long slit up the side.

Leonard in turn laughed “Hehe, yeah… w-where are we going, though…?” as he began to tap his fingers on his lap to calm his nerves. He continued “L-Like… is this dinner, or…?” as he tapped his fingers on his lap in a **** attempt to calm his nerves.

Ms. Prift, though, just stared at him. Then she giggled “Oh my, so forward! You know I’m your boss, right? Honestly Lenny, you’re so fun to watch!”

“H-Heh, thanks, M-Ms. Prift.” he nervously chuckled, as he tried to calculate the chances that she was driving him somewhere to discreetly kill him. It was incredibly hard to gauge anything she told him, and he already had a habit of assuming the worst.

Suddenly, her hand darted to his face, grabbing him by the cheeks in a way that made his lips purse together. “What did you call me…?” she asked gravely. His boss was slightly frowning now, with wide eyes.

“… Ms. P-Prift…?” Leonard repeated, now uncomfortably aware of his employer’s long and beautifully treated nails. With just a bit more pressure, it felt like his face could get torn to shreds. He almost regretted his decision not to try anything with the DS game before leaving.

Slowly, she said “Listen to me very carefully. Understand?” as he took his cue to nod his head as best he could.

Then she let go of his face, smiled, and said “We’re not at work right now! Come on, it’s a nice night, you can call me Ann, can’t you?”

“… s-sure…” Lenny choked out, as the limo stopped moving. Ms. Pri—Ann opened the door, stepping out as he noticed her dress was backless.