Her present

"This... this is for you!" He stammers, holding out a gift-wrapped box. "Happy 18th Birthday!"

"Wow!" Eris exclaims. "Thank you so much!"

She pulls him in for a hug, squashing his face against her boobies. Marcus enjoys the marshmallowy feeling until Eris releases him.

"Can I open it?"

"I don't see why not."

Eris excitedly unwraps the present and squeals when she sees what it is. "A sonic screwdriver! I've always wanted one of these. But they're so expensive..."

She recalls seeing the one on sale at Barthern's Provisions being the equivalent of a year's income for her dad. The sonic screwdriver is a nifty tool also known as the swiss army knife for adventurers. It has all sorts of hidden gadgets and doodads installed that an adventurer could use to escape sticky situations. As a child, she has always been mesmerized by her father's tales of how he would use the sonic screwdriver to triumph against evil. Unfortunately her dad's had been loaned to him by the kingdom but she has always wanted to own one.

"Ahaha..." Marcus scratches his head awkwardly. He did not want to admit the lengths he had gone to in order to impress his crush, not to mention the shady commissions he had undertaken. "Well, it's a cheaper and older model. It doesn't have all the functions of the latest ones but..."

He is interrupted as Eris hugs him again. "Thank you, thank you so much! This is the best birthday present ever! Awww, now I feel that what I got you for your 18th was kinda lame."

"It's fine. There's always next year anyway!"

"Then look forward to it!" Eris winks at him. "I'll make sure to blow you away."

The peppy girl spins happily around his room, unintentionally giving him a view of her pantyless crotch as her dress rides up.

Marcus wants nothing more than to grab her and kiss her, but suddenly Eris gasps. "Ah, I'm running late. I still wanted to do something before I got to go home."

Before Marcus can even open his mouth to chide her about her lack of panties, Eris has waltzed out, a cheerful "See you later!" hanging in the air, a promise of times to come.