She hates her life. It's spring and she's digging a latrine when she should be home with her baby and if she deserts and is lucky enough not to just be shot for that then in a month she'll abruptly cease to have a baby.
Shovel bites dirt. Dirt goes in pile around the red flag. And repeat, and repeat.
"- potential harem member info?" tries Peka in barely a whisper, pacing Katin up and down the hallway.
No.
Quest Available: Milk and Honey
Seduce someone into buying you lactation hormones to feed your baby yourself.
Success: 1,000xp, "Milky" status
Failure: -2 Reputation, "Gold digger" status
Accept: Y/N
Well. She isn't going to find anyone who can get her lactation-inducers in-district.
...leaving is scary.
She dithers over that for a while, then takes Katin's onesie off (Katin, too, is pink), grabs a bottle, and goes to... the edge of the district, just beside where a truck would go out.
She hits Y, once she is leaning on a building casually, and conspicuously bottle-feeds Katin.
She gets some appreciative looks, but no one seems willing to get close enough to the red district to interact with her.
The quests don't seem timed, or at least not very timed. She has been pretty adventurous today and does not quiiiiite want to step out. She'll stand here feeding Katin till the bottle's empty in case later passersby are more interested. After a minute she starts singing.
Heartfelt Song: At Lvl 1 of this skill, your singing has begun to convey your feelings straight from one heart to another, especially when what you're feeling is that you'd like to ero with someone.
Some people stop to listen to her singing.
Would she like to sing at:
--A pretty orange in a nurse's uniform?
--A pretty, stressed-looking yellow?
--Either of these two purples, both very pretty, one looking vaguely Mad At Everyone In The World Except Peka And Babies and the other humming along and tapping his foot to the beat?
Maybe not an orange today.
The yellow looks like he needs to unwind! She attempts to sing... at... the yellow. She's in the middle of a lullaby for Katin, since she didn't know she was going to get sexy singing powers when she started singing, but she can conclude next verse and switch to something - friendlier. Hmmm, maybe Clouds Over Cities, that's pleasingly ambiguous.
Katin sucks on her bottle; it's about two-thirds gone now. Peka sways as she sings with increasing implied yet bewildering metaphor about clouds over cities.
Peka waves encouragingly at him insofar as she can with one arm under Katin and the other holding a bottle.
The yellow continues approaching but is careful to stay away from the bottle itself. "Hi," he says.
"Hi! The bottle's clean, I ran it through the sterilizer before I put formula in," Peka says. She's not sure how normal pollution instincts work but she thinks bottle sterilizers probably cut it. "What's your name? I'm Peka."
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