Moving Up

Sombra stuck to her word and made all of the arrangements. Nikki broke his lease with his old landlord and was shaking with anticipation as they rode the elevator to their new top floor paradise. The lobby alone had wowed him with golden pillars and polished marbles floors. The doors slid open, Sombra hung off of one arm with a needy look on her face, “Looking like a real high roller now, Papi.”

“I feel like one too.”

Nikki pulled out the key card and swiped it against the scanner, opening the doors to the penthouse suite. Nikki’s eyes widened as he finally saw the place first-hand. It was huge! A gigantic open plan living and dining space with expensive furniture and fittings. A huge wall of glass windows that looked out onto the city below. Sombra locked the door behind them as Nikki dashed between points of interest like a child on Christmas morning.

“Hm. This place is pretty good,” Sombra laughed, “Only the best for my hubby!”

Nikki dashed up the stairs and into the master bedroom. It was everything he was expecting from the photos that Sombra had shown him. To think, he would have never hoped to own a home like this just a few weeks ago.

When Nikki had finally calmed down, Sombra was waiting from him in the kitchen. Her perky butt stood out from the stool she was sat on, helped by the tight black dress she had chosen to wear. It had the intended effect of making every other man in the vicinity seethe with jealousy as they walked by. “What are you going to do next?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Nikki shrugged, “I’ve never had so much freedom before.”

“Have you thought about bringing another sexy chica into this party of ours? I wasn’t joking when I said we should choose someone to protect you. Money can bring a lot of unwanted attention. And that bed will be looking a little empty without some more bodies in it.”

Nikki hadn’t looked at the app for a few days. He opened up and refined his options down to the other Overwatch characters. Nikki stared at the list absently. Who would he choose? Sombra had vouched for the cold-blooded assassin Widowmaker, but there were others who could provide the same kind of utility for his potential harem. All of them were trained fighters, all of them were attractive in their own ways.

“The choice is yours,” she said.