Find Tiffany for some quick fun.

You don’t have to look around for too long, because she’s in the same room. She’s with some of the other cubs, but when you make eye contact, she quickly breaks from the group and makes her way toward you, beaming at you with a cute smile.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey,” you reply.

Silence goes over, and you shuffle your legs. “You want to hang out for a little bit?”

“Yeah!” Tiffany says gleefully. “I… I heard you were heading back where you came from.”

“Yeah,” you tell her. “Toymakers got to displace pretty quick. I think we’ve stuck around for a little too long as it is.”

Tiffany frowns, but she nods like she understands, which she probably does. “No rest for the wicked, as they say.”

“I’m not too wicked,” you remark with a chuckle.

This makes her smile a little bit, but she shoots a glance at Scarlet and Alexandra, lounging on their cots as they idly chat and pick at their nails. “Maybe not you, but the others you came with have their own agendas.”

“Not so much their own, but neck-deep in another.”

Tiffany laughs slightly. “I’m not sure if I want to talk politics that badly, Warren. How about we go somewhere more private, so we get a little more familiar with each other?”

“Oh,” you look over her body. It’s as you remembered. “You’re horny then?”

She blushes as she looks around. “Don’t say that so loud. I don’t want the smugglers to think I’m whoring myself to you or anything.”

“Do they know that we’ve already… Do you know? Fooled around?”

Tiffany’s eyes widen, looking around the room a little more frantically. She pushes you back to the maze of tunnels and lets out a sigh. “No. I haven’t told anyone we’ve fooled around, but someone will know if you continue to be so…so blatant about it.”

“Don’t be shy,” you tease, grabbing her butt as you slip into the dimly light tunnel. She’s warm against your head, making your mind change gears. Politics set aside, you are kind of horny too. “How would you feel about doing something a little more risky on my last day here, Tiffany?”

She pauses, and you push her against the wall, kissing her lips. She fights you off and gasps. “I’d prefer somewhere private,” she says red-faced.