Elvia, who becomes a legitimate friend

After a few hours of researching and thinking, Fay finally compiled a short list of valid candidates and scheduled a short interview with each one. Elvia came out as a clear winner.

It was mainly because she had an actual personality. Most of the Pinks were super slutty - a few even offered to have sex during the interview. They only cared about getting into a good household for the money, and sex was just their best way to it. Elvia actually seemed to care who hired her, even though she technically had no say in the matter. She cared about more than sex and clothes and was willing to voice her opinion.

She was also fucking pretty. Most Pinks were gorgeous - they were bred to be. But Fay was turned on by her more than anyone else. Golden amber eyes, bright pink hair that rolled past her shoulders, breasts that were maybe C or D cup. She was five eight, so two or three inches shorter than Fay, and if looked at closely her skin was actually a soft pink, not white. Although she wasn't one of the ones that wanted to jump right into sex, he was more than tempted to fuck her anyways.

He picked her up the next day, near twilight. She laid back in the passenger seat as Fay drove, clad in a baggy baby-blue hoodie, thigh-high white stockings, and her hair undone and messy. She was clearly less nervous than he was. At least Fay thought so, he was usually good at hiding his anxiety.

"I'm glad you're actually my age," Elvia comments. "I was afraid I might end up with someone like thirty years older than me."

Fay grins. "Yeah, that would be awkward."

She glanced over. "You a natural Gray or were you born lower?"

"Umm... no. I was born Brown. You figured that out fast."

Elvia grinned. "It's the way you sit. Most grays are always super tensed up, ready for action. You seem a bit more chill."

Fay nodded but didn't say anything for a few seconds, letting the silence stretch on once more. He was hesitant to ask her what he wanted to. "Do you like being a Pink?"

She pursed her lips, considering. "I didn't for a long time. It was more that I was **** into it than anything else - never had the chance to rise up like you did. That was years ago, though. I take pride in being good at what I do now."

She looked over. "What about you, Fay? Do you enjoy being a Gray?"

He just shook his head. "It's bland work. I have the night shift and rarely get to talk to anyone."

"Well, you have me to talk to now."

"I - I guess I do have you now, don't I?"

Elvia laughed. It was a cute laughter, Fay had to admit that he liked it. "You definitely got me for the clout, didn't you? You're too nervous on the inside to get someone just for sex."

Fay blushed, despite his best efforts not to.

Elvia punched his shoulder playfully. "Yup. I am totally just for clout."

"I'm trying to become an Obsidian, yeah."

"Ooh, ambitious! Going any higher after that?"

"Probably not." Actually, Fay had plans going long into the future. But he didn't trust Elvia enough to tell her yet. Elvia, of course, could tell he was lying. Pinks were well-trained in body language, both in reading others and controlling themselves. She chose not to let on. "Sorry for using you just for the status," he apologized.

"I mean, hey, I don't mind. I'll play submissive so in public so it looks like you mastered your Pink, and then I get to ride the wave up with you. Any money or luxury or shit you get I get to share. Well, not technically, but you don't seem the type to be mean. You will have to get used to the sounds of me masterbating every night, though."