She's down at the docks getting brutally slammed.

Down by the docks
Everything's wet
Hustle and muscle all covered in sweat

Take what they get
Work like they should
Not looking happy and not smelling good

Ten-copper wage
Work through the night
Jerking at work ‘cuz there ain’t any light

Stack 'em up high
Build 'em up large
Packing and stacking and filling the barge

Work is still hard
The legends were true
Surrounding her, pounding her all the night through

Watching her sneer
Watching her pout
Follow her swallow or you'll get left out

Sun's coming up
Rope's coming loose
Pray that the foreman will buy your excuse

Gorging on scraps
Like pigs at her trough
Because now her five-star gourmet meal is off

"Every drop," she reminded herself, when she finally came up for air. "I need every... last... drop." She resisted the urge to wipe the stinking mess away, instead rubbing it into her skin until it was completely absorbed.

It was no use. She'd drained every single one of them dry of mana, seed, and stamina. It was all she could do to resist draining their health as she watched as the half-naked workers strewn about the dock began to stir. At this rate, they'd still be tired by the start of tomorrow's shift.

And still, she'd barely made up for the spells she'd cast escaping that damned alley!

It wasn't fair. Three of the most repressed, pent-up and gorgeous adventurers in the city, all in one place. Eager to follow this weird little man upstairs and have their ways with each other. And just when they'd been eating out of the palm of his hand... he'd called it off!

She was even pretty sure the loud muscular one had leveled up recently. All that stamina, all that vigor, hers for the savoring, along with the mana of three of her peers. A single night of floating near that could have overcharged her powers for a week. And instead, here she was, draining level 0 commoners by the dozen just to replenish her spells. It was disgusting! And while she would no doubt look back on this night fondly some day when she was in the mood to wallow in a nice, deep well of disgust, right now, she was livid about the veritable feast that had been... not even snatched away from her, so much as discarded into the trash.

No, right now, she was in no mood for disgust.

Right now, she wanted payback.

And as she made her way back into the city, something sinister took note of her indignation. Something not of this world. It looked straight into her heart, saw her primal desire for ****... and decided it could use her.